I was watching people in the bar's full-height mirror when her athletic figure caught my eye. She wore a strapless, black dress that pronounced every curve. Her braided dreadlocks hung to her shoulders, dusting apple-butter skin. Although she had on high heels, she walked very confidently and lightly, as if she were a ballerina. I casually turned around to get a better view. The woman appeared to be unconcerned with how many people were watching her while she made her way toward the bar.
I urgently motioned for Lenny, the bartender. "Hey Lenny," I said, gesturing with my head toward the beautiful woman. "Who's that?"
I urgently motioned for Lenny, the bartender. "Hey Lenny," I said, gesturing with my head toward the beautiful woman. "Who's that?"
What is Thumb Flagging? In a word, Hitch Hiking. In many ways a long lost art. As a teenager in the 60’s and early 70’s it was my preferred mode of transportation. In the summer a couple of us would hit the tarmac heading off to one music festival or another. A bedroll, a two man tent, and the wind in our hair. The funny this was, we never had any money, yet somehow we never went hungry or thirsty. Oh the glorious days of being a hippie!
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