When I moved back to Columbia from Fort Worth, it was a sad time. I had left my love named Kare. I was still drinking and doing mild drugs. I was also trying to find work in my field without compromising my principles. I had found part-time work in a department store, and I was sending out letters to over 200 colleges and universities looking for a teaching job. Things looked kind of bleak. I was living with my parents, because I couldn't afford a place of my own, and I was also becoming their caregiver.
I saw that the musical "Hair" was coming to Columbia for a one-time performance at the Township Auditorium. I really wanted to go, since I still considered myself a hippie, even though my hair was a little shorter than those days. I knew the music well, because I had bought the theatrical soundtrack album a few years earlier. It was going to be a fun night.
When I got to the auditorium for the show, there were people outside picketing it. They said it was lewd and dirty. I knew why they were protesting, because it was going to contain some bad language and nudity, but that didn't deter me. There was really only one brief scene of nudity. If you blinked, you missed it. I just enjoyed being transported back in time to a place where there was love in our world, and it was free. It was the dawning of Aquarius for one night.
