My daddy told me a story once. It was about how he met my mama, Annie -that adventure lovin' surfer girl in the Summer of '69. Daddy was a rootin' tootin' Drill Sergeant back then, stationed at Fort Ord -an Army base in Salinas, California.
Sergeant Sunshine is what they used to call him. I suppose it was an appropriate name. He knew how to bring the laughs to his platoon, even if it meant pissing off the powers that be. Daddy had already served in Vietnam. He'd gone Airborne in 1965, one of the very first troops that were deployed and by 1969, he was pretty disillusioned with the whole dang thing.
He was ready for something new. And in surfed my mama, Annie at just the right moment to turn his world upside down.
Oh, they had so much fun! She was an expert in Astrology and had a lot of friends that introduced him to a new way of thinking, doing and playing. More and more, Daddy felt pulled away from his duties at the base and wanted to embrace a more "peaceful, loving" lifestyle.
Charlie (my daddy) and Annie got hitched not long after. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that Soldier Boy and Surfer Girl were destined to morph into full blown, classic hippies.
Daddy began to live two different lives; a hard ass drill Sergeant (whipping peace-loving hippy recruits into killers) by day and getting stoned, singing Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds by night. He started to let his hair grow out and take his platoon into the bushes and get them stoned too! It didn't take long for the Army to see Sergeant Sunshine was a loose cannon.
Annie and Charlie were so in love for the first year of their kaleidoscope marriage. Although my daddy couldn't swim, he enjoyed doing the camp-fire and guitar thing on the beach with mama, while she loved to swim and frolic in the waves. -Both high as kites at every opportunity they got. In fact, it was my daddy who confessed that my beginnings took place under a diamond filled, inky black sky one night as Annie and Charlie finished their LSD laced, "heavy" conversation to make kinky love in the cold, hard sand.
And wallah! I was begat.
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