Posted by Dan Ewert : 4/02/2002 10:59:00 PM (Archive Link)
One more story that came to me when I earlier mentioned the 60’s. My future father-in-law tells a story of when he was in college and was driving through an east Texas town with some friends. At the time, he had longer, wilder hair, although he was in no way of the hippie sort. He was (and is), in fact, a proud Vietnam veteran who volunteered for service and combat duty. When he got out of the army is when he let the hair go a little. Well, he and his friends went into this little café in rural Texas and the local folk eyed them hard and primarily mumbled three different epitaphs at them: beatle, hippie, and (my favorite) beatle hippie. Try saying it with a low Texas drawl. It’s great fun.