An event back then that made me more aware...of life, in particular, and of the thin line between life and death, was a motorcycle accident. In May, 1967, I was with a group of my friends at their apartment in Hudson Falls, NY, studying for a final exam. What made this Friday night particularly different was that we weren't drinking. I would say that, in my undergraduate college career, this may have been the ONLY weekend night that my friends and I didn't go out drinking or drink at somebody's apartment. We pooled our money, got some Bugles snacks and some soda. The rest of the night, we sat around studying for the exam. Later in the evening, after we'd finished studying, we were sitting around the apartment, talking, watching TV, and other friends had come over. Still, no beer or any alcohol (or drugs...we weren't even aware of that stuff then) was consumed that night...by any of us. Should have been a sign that something was not right.
Soon, all the places to sleep were taken...the couches, the bedrooms, etc., so, my friend, Bill Hoffman, invited me to spend the night at his apartment that was closer to Ft. Edward...just down the road, really. Well, off we went on Bill's Honda 160 motorcycle into something that we never expected. Here's a photo of that motorcycle:
|The back part of the seat and the rear wheel were demolished in the crash. That's where I was sitting.|
So, here's the song...and I'll keep the memories and not bore you with any more details. Here's Scott McKenzie, back in the day, doing "San Francisco"...it was written by John Phillips of The Mamas and Papas.
Here's Scott McKenzie, later in life, obviously...singing "San Francisco"...voice hasn't changed much over the years.