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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Mar 7, 2019 - 01:59pm PT
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The following article was published in the May 20, 1966 (Volume 2, Number 20) of the Berkeley Barb.
It is a story about the Jolly Blue Giant...Jolly, Bill Ehlert, who was the owner of the Jabberwock - a coffee house on Telegraph Avenue in Berkeley.
Sadly Bill passed away in October 2007, but he did tell me that he never got his can or oregano back.
“Pot” Bust beat With “Lie” Test
Bill Ehlert, owner of the Jabberwock coffee house, passed a "lie detector" test on Tuesday. Charges of possession of marijuana were dropped the next day.
Ehlert told the Barb he was asked a number of questions about possession, use, and sale of marijuana.
Then he was asked whether he had knowledgeable possession of an envelope of fresh-cut marijuana. He told them "No".
"The polygraph and its operator both said I was telling the truth, which I was," Ehlert said. The polygraph measured his respiration and blood-pressure.
The "possession" charges were made on February 23, after the Jabberwock management called the police.
"I had left the Jabberwock about 2 a.m., and left William Tallman alone to clean up.
Around 3 a.m. Tallman pounded on my door and said three cats were at the Jabberwock smoking pot, and wouldn't leave" Ehlert said.
"I went back with Tallman and we asked them to leave. They wouldn't. I signaled Tallman to call the police.
When the police arrived, I placed the three under citizen's arrest.
"The police searched them and found roaches in their possession and in the ashtrays where they were sitting," he said. "The police looked for a stash on the premises, and left.
"Then Tallman and I discovered a pan and strainer with fresh debris. We called the police again, they returned, and searched again.
This time they found another strainer with old, dried debris, and a pan with 20 or 30 seeds and a cigarette roller in it. We were arrested.
"Later, at the jail, they told us they'd found an envelope of raw, fresh-cut weed in plain sight on the floor of the main room.
Ehlert paused in his narration. Then he said, "Oh yes, and they confiscated a five-pound can of oregano-which I still haven’t gotten back.
POSTED BY THE YELLOW SHARK
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zBrown
Ice climber
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To this day I still add a Y - to make it Jabberwocky.
Why?
Ask Alex Honnold.
Doc Watson closed the place out on July 7, 1967.
This is probably wrong
The Jabberwock finally closed its doors on July 8, 1967; Hank Bradley recalled that "the last notes played at the Jabberwock were by Rick Shubb, Doc Watson, and Hank Bradley" and this is confirmed by Jef Jaisun's "obituary" for the Jabberwock in the Berkeley Barb (Volume 5, Number 1 (Issue 99) dated July 7-13, 1967) and the listings provided in The Scenedrome therein.
Ale played The Jabberwock in 1965
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Whats She Got On Her Feet? [Click to View YouTube Video]Whats she got on her feet?
Not ole'Kaukalators?
Lookin for all the world like old school Ballets
rubber biscuits? Some sorta proto-ace?
I may just put in a call to a now bald friend in Boulder who'll know
Or Medusa, who?
Jeff; DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO SHARPEN A knife?
& @ (when a grief-ing period passes on)
on the "Over Fifty new & old climbers..."
a Thread to drop in on at the reject
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Mar 7, 2019 - 09:23pm PT
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Tonight's gathering at the Museum.
I was busy shooting not listening -- or if I was listening, I was not getting everything being said by Tom Frazier, who was, I think,
speaking at the time, though it could have been Jim Cunningham.
Like I said, I was busy.
The wildlife NEVER comes around when I'm out in the woods, or almost never.
HOW does she do it, if she did indeed take these shots? Those four may have been Tom Frazier's most likely.
But this one is Jim Cunningham's and he says he thinks it shows how hard it is to shoot bears in Yosemite.Tough time focusing tonight. Still need to resolve this autofucus problem.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Mar 7, 2019 - 09:44pm PT
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Shrooms are six inches across.
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Zay
climber
Monterey, Ca
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Dear diary,
Today I went to an A.A. meeting.
I sat in the back as the fire I helped build grew across the room in its place.
I picked up The Book and flipped to a random page and put my finger down on a passage to reas at random.
The words said something like "I sat in the back of the room as it filled with smoke, looking around, and tried to make sense of the order of things."
I shut the book, and shuttered.
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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This sh#t only happens in fantasy...
Wining and dancing in real life are often less romantic.
The Purple Grapplini
The Purple Grapplini
was on his ninth martini
when he rose
to dance with Squeeglini
in a bright rainbow bikini
She was nervous and afraid
so they danced another step instead
the Funky Monkey made its bed
a waltz he carried in his head
‘twas brilliant don’t you see
And often it was noted
that when Grapplini voted
it was cast so that he be demoted
he preferred not to promote
but wooed the ladies in his fashion
Squeeglini tangoed
and sipped her julep mango
her hair a golden tangle
as Grapplini matched her moves
and coached her in his muted lingo
-bushman
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Zay
climber
Monterey, Ca
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bushman,
woa
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Mar 7, 2019 - 11:30pm PT
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I DO know something of the history of the Grapplini.
Yes, Virginia, there are coincidences.
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Zay
climber
Monterey, Ca
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Trying to write a song... any thoughts appreciated...
"I have brushed death in so many lives
I havent had the time for newer f*#king rhymes because time is wounded,
to die, it shoothes it
these wounds are brooded in a world where no one stops to smell the f*#king roses
in webs of their own bullsh#t
the crickets and frogs are our friends
and the songs they sing
to our wounds
they mend
but our chains
they dont bend
and still, no one is there to listen
we are all but stars
and yet we never
glisten
nor glow
or show our faces
to the gods
for if we did
and if we don't
we are but fools."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Mar 8, 2019 - 07:10am PT
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Highway 395 Attractions.
Collect them.
Trade them.
Earn a merit badge.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Mar 8, 2019 - 08:18am PT
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Nostralgia.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Mar 8, 2019 - 08:20am PT
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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He Never Knew What Hit Him
I bottled my humiliation
back in seventy eight
It was a great year
for screwing up
a get back together date
I hit a black cat
with a borrowed car
on the way to the party
and she never forgave that
Although it was late at night
I can see her point
looking back
I always believed
it was unfortunate
to our future prospects
More to the point
it was unfortunate
for more than a relationship
but for the cat
At the time
I never really got that
-bushman
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Zay
climber
Monterey, Ca
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this threas is so much
i cant read it all.
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