Fred was skinny, but then it was the early 70s and everyone was still skinny. He had long, stringy, black hair that he parted on one side. Add in some black horn rimmed glasses, well worn jeans and omnipresent jean jacket and you have a reasonable facsimile of Fred. He came from a fairly well-to-do family, but he was definitely in full blown want-a-be hippie mode. We all were, at least in the crowd with which I ran.
I had just spent a year at the University of Rhode Island, mostly to avoid the Vietnam era draft. Continue reading “Meatballs and Impounds”