Back in the 70's, rock climbers, as a rule, were a bit off. What with the smoking and climbing and smoking and climbing and smoking and climbing and............

Back in the early 70's, Ricky, Mark and myself started a climbing club in Memphis, Tn. We called ourselves the 'Raliegh Climbing Club'. We meet each week, had dues and bought ropes and 'biners every month. When I moved to New Mexico, Mark and Ricky came out for a week of camping and climbing. Climbing clubs were everywhere by the mid to late 70's. This group found a unique way of uping the membership- nude climbs. Hey, it was the 70's man, dig-it?

The older I get I sometimes think that I don't care what other people think of me. Then, sometimes I DO care. Whats up with that? Probably just mood swings that can spin on a dime. Either way, I'm having a fun life even when I make it harder on myself than need be on occasion. Live and learn? Maybe.

The other thing is I do think about others.....all the time. I need to find a big bag of money and just start driving for about 6 months and just go everywhere I want to go. Memphis, Albuquerque, Texas, Colorado and Alaska. Then, the coast highway from Canada to Baja. Go to Rossa Rita and have a drink and then get the hell outta Mexico. Peace.

He must have taken Elvis' advice. Eveytime Elvis returned home from a concert, he wanted a "cherry pie a mile wide."

Miss ya Johnny.