Richard buckley journalist biography of mahatma

One groovy flower.

In her terrific autobiography High Times, Hard Times, Anita O’Day, the jazz singer without vibrato, describes standing in the wings at a nightclub in Chicago and watching the act that she was to follow. The fellow wore a tuxedo and sported a racetrack tout’s moustache. The man was not a singer, dancer or comedian. He talked and talked some more, in a jive language mostly of his own devising. Then in the middle of his monologue, the man began climbing a beam and when he reached the rafters, he pulled out a marijuana cigarette, lit it, and continued talking while taking great big inhalations.

Another commentator has him finishing his act with a little speech: “Before I leave you, I’d like to say to you, PEOPLE are what it is all about &#; they are Mother Nature’s brightest flower, her sweetest, purest most elevating thing that ever was. You are groovy flowers in a garden where I am privileged to stand and share a few moments with

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