Grand Finale - Aftermath of The Long Cool Summer of '65 Revisited
On the day after Labor Day, when the beach and
boardwalk were quiet and only a few stragglers remained, Duncan left as he
came, by air.
In early June, after USMC flight school, Duncan got
a leave from his unit until the day after Labor Day, when he was due to report
back to his squadron. The three helicopter formation that passed along the
beach every day at 3 pm, the routine Quantico to Lakewood Naval Air Station
flight momentarily hovered above the beach as a rope latter let Duncan off onto
the beach. With his flight helmet under one arm Duncan walked up the boardwalk
and into Mack & Manco’s Pizza where Bill Brumage the pie maker tossed him a
pizza that he caught, twerrelled and tossed back in perfect synchronization.
Now he was heading out with flight suit on and
helmet under his arm he looked like the space man in The Day the Earth Stood
Still, saying goodbyes and handing the key to his Mustang to Bill the pie maker
to keep for him until he returned.
Then as he walked down the boardwalk stairs you
could hear the chatter of the three choppers coming up the beach from the
south, two pulling up and one coming in low, letting down a rope ladder that
Duncan stepped on and grabbed a hold of and waved as he was pulled up and onto
the helicopter that took off and pulled into formation behind the others.
When they came to the crossroads people went in
different directions. Bob Dylan “went electric” and took folk music and rock
and roll into a new realm, taking the Hawks along with him, while Conway Twitty
“went country,” Jimi left the Starliters for London, Lynda VanDevanter and
Duncan went to Vietnam and Tom Snyder became a talk show host mimicked by Dan
Akroid on Saturday Night Live. David Brenner became a comedian, Joe Walsh went
to college in Ohio and started a new band - the James Gang and later joined the
Eagles, while Stevie Nicks went with Fleetwood Mac, though she would return to
Ocean City to visit her mother and grandmother on occasion.
With the money he made that summer Tido Mambo bought
an Oldsmobile convertible that had been used by a contestant in the Miss
America Parade on the Atlantic City boardwalk. He would stiff his band for
their last week’s work at Bay Shores and then figure in another riot and arrest
in Wildwood, where there was also an outstanding warrant for his arrest. Tido Mambo
was last seen driving East on the Expressway in his convertible, his hair
flying in the breeze, his bare feet up on the dashboard, and sitting on the
back seat were a pair of Miss America’s shoes, a guitar with a parrot perched
on it and a small Tom Thumb piano that came from the Anchorage Tavern.
Each character in this story would leave their mark on our culture and society,
especially music.
Dylan ends his autobiographical “Chronicles – Volume
One” in early 1965, shortly before he “went electric” and took off with the Hawks and he concludes on the off-beat
note:
“The folk music scene had been like a paradise that
I had to leave, like Adam had to leave the garden. It was just too perfect. In
a few years’ time a shit storm would be unleashed. Things would begin to burn -
bras, draft cards, American flags, bridges, too – everybody would be dreaming
of getting it on. The national psyche would change and in a lot of ways it
would resemble the Night of the Living Dead. The road out would be treacherous,
and I didn’t know where it would lead but I followed it anyway. It was a
strange world ahead that would unfold, a thunderhead of a world with jagged
lightning edges. Many got it wrong and never did get it right. I went straight
into it. It was wide open. One thing for sure, not only was it not run by God,
but it wasn’t run by the devil either.”
Nor is it run by Angels.
And so it came to pass that the magical summer of ’65 went out not with a bang but a whimper, though at the time, it seemed very similar to dozens of other memorable seasons, and did not seem like a watermark year as it was happening, but now in retrospect, is it clear that a lot of critical changes happened in that small place and time and that was a crossroads where many life’s choices were made, directions changed and destinies determined.
And so it came to pass that the magical summer of ’65 went out not with a bang but a whimper, though at the time, it seemed very similar to dozens of other memorable seasons, and did not seem like a watermark year as it was happening, but now in retrospect, is it clear that a lot of critical changes happened in that small place and time and that was a crossroads where many life’s choices were made, directions changed and destinies determined.
The effects of that summer are still being felt as
we are left with the unsolved and un-investigated murder of Harry Anglemeyer and
the still missing nukes that hang by a thread and swing in the wind over our
heads like the Sword of Damocles, and will someday come back to haunt us.
FINIS
FINIS
AUTHOR'S NOTE TO READERS: This novel will be soon revamped and published as a paperback novel, as well as made into a cable TV serial and possible major motion picture.
COMING SOON: 1969 - The Summer of Love Revisited.
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