His Phoenix

**I would have written this sooner, but I wanted to give this justice and this was one of those that held my emotions too tight to write it properly. The third death in my lifetime that was not related that made me cry. The other two were John Wayne and Elvis Presley… yea, I know, I’m weird that way.

Growing up in the early 70’s was interesting to say the least. My high school years were spent experimenting with many new and wonderful things. Flower power was fading, but Jimi and Janis were still a part of our lives. Heavy Metal bands were becoming the new rage, disco techs were finding their niche and experimenting with pot was the thing to do. I was a little bit country and a little bit rock and roll, and a lot into music. The Beatles still were going strong in my part of the world and I did my best to keep up with all of them.

About that time another phenom was hitting the vinyls… comedy. If you didn’t live near a big city, you didn’t get exposure to great comedy… the no holds barred kind, unless you went to the movies. Cheech & Chong and Richard Pryor held most of that niche. Up In Smoke being one of the best that comes to mind. If you didn’t have the spare cash to see a movie, then you bought the record. I remember my copy of Up In Smoke came with a huge rolling paper in the album. The teenagers of my time loved it.

This brings to mind one of the times best… George Carlin. This man almost single handedly changed my views of the world and pretty much started the change in what could and could not be said on TV. He made people think while making them roll with laughter. His views were always controversial and and his humor always struck a cord with someone. I idolized this man.

George… your humor and wit will always be with me and the millions whom you made laugh. You will be sorely missed. Rest in peace, Dude… rest in peace.

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