Category Archives: Tales of the Protohippy

In the mid-60s, a protohippy (as luck would have it, a first cousin to the UBERHIPPY), and two accomplices, went to City Hall in Jersey City during normal business hours. Once inside, they hid and waited until the dead of … Continue reading →

One New Year’s Eve in the mid-’70s, a by now through-the-mill Protohippy (a first cousin to the Uberhippy, as luck would have it) and his brother faced a dilemma. They were stuck inside Mom’s Greenville apartment without the cash to … Continue reading →

Back before the dump behind the Statue of Liberty’s back had been turned into a state Park, the Protohippy (as luck would have it, a first cousin to the Uberhippy) was on one of his bench warming breathers between stretches … Continue reading →

“Hobo, hows about givin’ me a lift inta d’ City?” “George, It’s late. An’ whats for anyhow? Y’er tapped out.” “Don’t worry, I gotta good connection ove’dere. He’ll front me.” “Y’er payin’ f’r d’ gas an’ d’ tolls?” “Y’spring an’ … Continue reading →

My grandmother died early in the Summer of 1967, leaving behind a Ford station wagon well on the road to the junk yard. Street sweeping and alternate side of the street parking regulations had recently gone into effect in Jersey … Continue reading →