B.C. by Mastroianni and Hart for October 25, 2023

If you’re going to San Francisco, be sure and wear a rock in your hair.

Hippies? Boy, that’s a throwback.

He could do this on my car!

Hey man! That’s cool looking. Real heavy there. Painting a daisy there is groovy, man.

He will be back to sell you as a pet.

Hey Man! I can dig it! Yeah! Like, peace man……

Flashback to the 60s…

♫♪

I saw it sitting in the rain

Raindrops falling on it

It didn’t seem to care

It sat there and smiled at me.

Then I knew (I knew, I knew, I knew, I knew)

It could make me happy (happy, happy, it could make me very happy)

Flowers on a stone

Flowers everywhere (everywhere)

♪♫

Don’t worry, it’ll probably wash off with the first good rains…

“I Hate Hippies” ~ Eric Cartman

There’s going to be a love-in there. I was a young adult then, and missed out.

Daisy Daisy … I’m half crazy …

What ever happened to the hippies? Where did that universal feeling of love and caring for other people go? It must have gotten buried somehow.

He tagged….graffiti…… the rock……….before spray paint was invented.

Flower power!

Happy Halloween, great costume.

He loves me, he loves me not…

Simple vandalism . . .

His meditation has worked!

The Mid-Day Painter?

Easel up there, buddy!

(¬_¬)

Okay, now I have an overwhelming desire to go out and paint a rock camouflage. (Wow, I’ve said camouflage most of my life, but it’s kinda tricky to spell)

The flower looks good but he still needs the tie-dye trousers

Do what you want with you private rocks. Please don’t try to “improve” rocks in public spaces.

Any hippy would know the best flower petals are in the Fibonacci sequence.

Like, groovy man. Far out!

“Hippies”? Back to B.C. called; they want their era back.