I'm not sure what this has to do with anything, but I still think Ingrid Bergman is hot. I'm currently minoring in Cinema Arts at UNM, and have seen her in several films in that time. Oh! I know the tie-in! There was a girl named Ingrid(aka Gretchen) that hung with us. She was a freshman when we were seniors. As I recall, she was pretty dang cute. I think she got into heroin later on.
Please to give more detail of this girl you speak of. The name seems familiar but I cannot place the face. Prehaps a story that would jog my memory.
ReplyDeleteI thought you meant the actress. Our Ingrid stood at about 5 foot. Blonde hair. I'm trying to remember where we met her. I believe she drifted over from the Freak wall. There was another newish guy who we were talking with towards the end of high school. He was the one that kept calling her Gretchen.
ReplyDeleteI think Blane and her might have hung out after we graduated.
Of course when I picture her in my mind, I picture that little chick, Pepper, that tended bar at the Hofbrau in the mid-80's. She was a short blonde that, I think, came into that Hofbrau gang circle via my "good buddy" Doc, the biker who put out a contract on me, but no one ever cared enough to fulfill. That little Pepper was cute as a bug's butt, but, Lordy, did her feet stink!
ReplyDeleteOK, one day after the sewer-pipe got too hot (as in narc activity) to smoke in any more (might have been the day that "Rabbit" narc dude busted those kids in there, me and Ingrid and I'm pretty sure you and/or Blane went across the street from Eldorado to the empty field. There was a big depression in the ground where we could hunker down and blow a joint. It was kind of the beginning of the end.
ReplyDeleteThat is all.
Still getting nothing on the chick but oh Lord, you just reminded me about "Double Nickel" which was the name of Docs bike. More on that subject on Monday.
ReplyDeleteIngrid had shortish blonde hair. Baby-fine.
ReplyDeleteAsk Blane if he remembers here.
I'd like to know who the guy was who called her Gretchen.
Also, whatever happened to that kid David who's mom bought him Sears Toughskins bellbottoms and ironed on patches on the de rigeur torn knees. Didn't he become a junkie or something? we saw him once at Graham Central (The original, not this new rip-off version.)
I said in one of these comments that "It was the beginning of the end." It was certainly a time of change. We were the last class at Eldorado to have a completely open campus. I think shortly after we left was when APD began patrolling the schools. If you weren't in class when the bell rang, you were locked out. Gone were the days of meeting in the morning to smoke some doobage in the baseball dugout. The status quo was blown.
ReplyDeleteI had the same thing happen a few years later when I was in the Army in Germany. I would up stationed at this place filled with totally cool people, way out in the middle of the farm country (more on this later.) Towards the end of my stay, they began integrating another unit with ours -- people we didn't know. It became harder to find any Hashish. It just wasn't fun anymore.
There's a point in there somewhere that has to do with change and the fact that you can't go home -- a lesson that has taken me most of my life to realize.
Was Ingrid the chick with 'Tight ass" hip-huggers and wore glasses? Did she live down Candlearia before you get to Eastdale? I,m strarting to hone in now, the fog my be lifting. Oh, by they way, it's true that you can't go home. But you can come to my house if ya want.
ReplyDeleteBingo!
ReplyDeleteOh, and thanks for the invite. Now go to bed. It's late and we're old.
Oh Lord....that was her. Yes, I remember Ingrid. Fond memories in fact. I hope she made it through the fog to come out on the other side. She always had the cutest little butt crack showing out of her hiphuggers. She was fun to hang out with.
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