Archive - July 24, 2011

Peace Corps Training, 1968 By Jerr Boschee (India 1968-70) January, 2011 . . . I’m listening to a series of Donovan songs from my iTunes archive and it’s carrying me back to my room in an Indian village long ago. I had a three-inch reel-to-reel tape of his music that I played over and over again on a clunky, battery-operated, table-top recorder, along with a dozen or so other tapes I’d inherited from a Peace Corps Volunteer who’d finished his term of service long before. The quality wasn’t great, but the music sure was: Richie Havens, Bob Dylan, Rolling Stones, Beatles, Jefferson Airplane, Simon & Garfunkel, Ray Charles, Mamas & Papas, Peter Paul & Mary . . . and of course The Doors. June, 1968 . . . A cluster of huts and small buildings in a campground in Temescal Canyon, nothing but craggy hillsides between the compound and the . . .