Three Older Men Talk about Hippies and Jimmie Jump’s Clothing Optional WeekendCopyright 2020 – Stephen Redgwell
Bertha and JimmieThis time, only Edmund spoke!
“Hey guys, I gotta tell you about my weekend! Check out the picture. This is Bertha and Jimmie (Cdn rock icon Jimmie Jump and his lovely wife Bertha) They came over from the hippie commune down the road to congratulate me on paying off the farm. Jimmie said that because the mortgage is done, he's gonna have a Woodstock reunion weekend to celebrate. He's gonna hold it on my front lawn! Jimmie is contacting everyone who went to the original festival and invite them over!
Ordinarily, that wouldn't bother me, but here's the thing: it's a clothing optional, all music and dancing weekend. Considering the original Woodstock festival was in 1969 – over 50 years ago – I'm kinda hopin' they wear something.
Seeing old hippies walking around in the altogether is gonna have a bad affect on the livestock. I'm afraid the cows won't give any milk. And Jiminy Jillikers, it ain't gonna be good for me either!"
The only thing that Ken could say was, "What a sight...”
Ken asked if Jimmie had a permit for a gathering like that, but Edmund just said, “It’s my property! Who needs a permit?”
This was
Jimmie's Woodstock/Mortgage burning announcement (aka Jimmie Jump, Cdn rock icon).
Hi everyone, I’m Jimmie Jump, quasi-rock legend, guitar player, and part-time, semi political activist. I’m kind of a laid back guy. I wear flip flops. Keep my hair in a pony tail. Don’t bother with underwear. I like the odd beer. I got a tattoo of a bear on my butt. It was for my first wife, whose name escapes me right now. She wanted commitment. I wanted a tat.
I’ve convinced my brother, Nadds, to come out to the gig and play too! He’s doing his Jerry Garcia impression, only with a flute. Okay, it might be more like Ian Anderson of Jethro Tull fame. He is best friends with Neil Young and used to be a Crowbar groupie.
Nadds or Ian?
Where was I? Oh yeah, what I’m into. I’m not adverse to my friends smoking a little ganja...but I don’t do it myself anymore...you know, after I got arrested and everything, at the border. Someone, my lawyer I think, told me to lay off the weed. Condition of my release, violation of parole, promise to the judge, or whatever...
I like animals.
I didn’t do well in school. Some other activists told me it was probably my parent’s fault...or maybe the system...or the food companies for putting too much sugar or chemicals in food. I dunno. I really liked Cap’n Crunch, but only after a serious night of partying. You know what I mean?
Oh, I almost forgot! Come out to Edmund’s Lawn Party on the long weekend! Clothing optional!