- Bolinas Seventies – 48 clicks by ‘Nam talk but a time warp from civilization which refugees’re ravenous to avoid, hippies shot off The Gov’t’s road signs soas folks from the outside couldn’t locate our coastal enclave.
Should Marin County re-lay asphalt sidewalks, the community would strip ‘em bare that day, maybe put in wood planks. Every once in a blue moon, the Sheriff might jail ringleader Louise.
I was a mere Stanford med student interning with local GPs who injected the Jefferson Airplane, Jesse Colin Young, etcetera red-blooded men with enough penicillin to stay clean of groupie VD when on their world tours.
Plus along with multi-talented certified midwife, Helen, I traveled north to The Russian River, south to San Francisco’s Panhandle doing tons of natural childbirth home deliveries which turned out real fine.
Grateful Dead’s manager gave me every album in deep gratitude despite my refusing his top-notch Maui Zowie till we pulled his kid out safe ‘n sound.
Or really crappy like that zonked underage acidhead runaway from Ohio – I was unable to make her pusssh then she staredstaredstared as g-d awful detritus dropped. Clueless.
Finally getting around to the title, one morning the new Feel-Good in town hangs out a shingle, “Ervin Oil MD,” soz I amble on over to welcome the graybeard sez he right quick just up and moved away from a renowned Manhattan practice that’d invented The Stupendous Incredible Alpha Wave Machine.
After it is all installed, Dr. Oil (he often insisted on such formalities) offered me professional courtesy.
Got hooked with electrodes from red plus black cables into my scalp.
Since virginal readings were evidently problematic, the family doc soothed, “Now don’t worry, Son, not to be concerned, I can heal Bad Vibes register as Beta Waves.” After a pause, the physician continued, “Even though diagnosis sure’s for free, everybody’s gotta contribute ten buckaroos for the cure.”
Which was lotsa moolah in that era but what choice’d I have to assure Attractive Vibe Alpha Waves?
Ervin Oil simply replugged negative then positive lines to reverse the coils, “Voila, success, spread the word, refer the world!”
- Almost half century past, recalling Ervin like a skewered snake oil doctor pulling something out of Molière asses, what this retiring physician become tin woodsman living in Portola Valley’s Oz forest needs now are cabin-keepers who can oil my poor joints and ears plus the wife’s rosewood furniture.