Mr. Big Shot Reflects on the Great American West

In the summer of 1972 I met Tammy and Carolyn while sunbathing on the campus of Western near the library. It was in college that I really began to belong to the cult of the sun worshipers. Throughout the ages civilized man has worshiped the sun as a god and sun bathers have gathered together in a communal oneness to celebrate our natural humanity. One of my great teachers in this endeavor was a fellow student in my Ancient Egyptian class who dropped out school and spent the next 3 months lying on the roof of his house in Bellingham during which time he turned a toasted brown. (continued)