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I had packed hours earlier so I only needed a shower, no need to make coffee as it is available at the airport, and I figured I might shake the insomnia that had gripped my body and take a cat-nap on the shuttle ride to SFO. The driver was late, about 20 minutes, which is unusual for this particular shuttle service and I cursed under my breath until he finally arrived. When he stepped out of the bus to get the bags I grabbed the grinning fool by his lapels and demanded satisfaction for his excessive tardiness. I shook him like I’d shake a crying baby but he didn’t seem to care. He mumbled some gibberish about getting to the airport in eight minutes and then he had the audacity to wink at me. What could I do? Nobody else was around to drive the shuttle, most sane people are in bed at 3:35am. All aboard for the Crazy Express.

We were the last pickup. The shuttle was full of people, nice-looking and young for the most part. Except for the Hippie Lady. Yes, there was a damned dirty hippie on the shuttle and somebody had been feeding her liquor. Well, it was 3am, everybody had been drinking, but it was more obvious with the Hippie Lady. She kept taking swigs of some brown liquid from a flask while she waved her arms around and demanded personal information from us, weird things like hat size and blood type. I thought that maybe she was a vampire of some sort. It turns out that she and our driver had met each other in 1978 while both attending the Rainbow Gathering. His name was Yellow-Something…Peter? I can’t remember. She may or may not have been Rochelle. If you are in the mood to watch a lot of beards, the following clips are from the 1978 Rainbow Gathering. Man, how did we ever live without YouTube?

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