My Civil War class meets once a week, and every week I am pleased to find that my favorite classmate is still alive and in attendance. Like most people I stalk from afar, I don't know a lot about this man who, although being old enough to have fought in the civil war, still attends class to learn about the civil war regularly. Besides being the student who the professor will always reminisce about the old days when schools were "segregated" and people "knew their place", aged Hippy can also remember quotes that no one from my generation cares about, like "Go west young lad" and "A man is not finished when he is defeated, he is finished when he quits". Aged Hippy has a bald head with the exception of a snowy ponytail that is a remnant of a past long forgotten (due to drug use). Every week I see him with a new and unique Hawaiian shirt. How does an old Hippy in community college afford a new hawaiian shirt every week? Who knows but it is certainly entertaining. It's been a while since I've posted anything and I'd like to apologize to my three readers, just blame it on the philosophy I now share with aged hippy, lazapathy.
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