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This Day in History – March 20 – Hijinx, Humor, and Insight

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NewsWhistle is pleased to feature Gary Jenneke’s “This Day In History” column.

You can read the original at Gary’s THIS DAY IN HISTORY blog — or scroll down to enjoy Gary’s unique look at life’s comings and goings.

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THIS DAY IN HISTORY… MARCH 20

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1971 – “Me and Bobby McGee.”

Janis Joplin’s version of the song written by Kris Kristofferson hits number one.

“Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin’ for a train, and I’s feelin’ near as faded as my jeans.”

The song, sadly, hit the top of the charts posthumously for Janis Joplin. The iconic and troubled singer had earlier died of a drug overdose.

“Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained, it rode us all the way to New Orleans.”

Joplin’s version of that song has always been a favorite of mine. At the height of the song’s popularity I was in a relationship with a young woman. Well, at least that was the impression I had. I’ll call her Barb. Barb was smart, funny, creative and more than a little psychologically unhinged, not to mention secretive. Her life seemed to be a neurotic swing between a repressive sexual frigidity and nymphomania. I had met her during a bout of the latter.

A date with Barb always involved wandering through previously uncharted territory. One night in a restaurant, over mugs of beer and a basket of onion rings, she suddenly began laughing hysterically. She accused me of being like every other man in the world and that all I wanted was sex. Then, to emphasize her point, she began dunking onion rings in her beer and flinging them at me. Whap, a wet onion ring stuck against my shirt, whap, another onion ring hit me in the face. My previous dating experiences had not prepared me for such a moment. All eyes in the restaurant turned toward us as onion rings continued to hurtle toward me.

“I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna I was playin’ soft while Bobby sang the blues, yeah.”

Only two options occurred to me, retreat or engage in a food fight. I slid from my chair and made my way to the restroom. I stood there a while wondering what to do. A life as recluse in some remote forest did hold a certain appeal at that moment. Having no other viable option I reluctantly returned to the table. I had some hope that maybe she’d be gone, ditched me, taken a taxi home. No such luck. Before I had a chance to address the situation she started talking, all pleasant and chatty and acting like nothing unusual had taken place. I didn’t see how it would be in my best interests to revisit it so I just followed along in the new direction. One thing she never was, was boring.

“Windshield wipers slappin’ time, I was holding Bobby’s hand in mine, we sang every song that driver knew.”

A few months later with the affair less rocky of late, she seemed almost normal and I had some hope. A Saturday night, we had seen a movie, stopped for a beer, and then went back to her apartment where she opened a bottle of wine. There were no surprises, the evening was pleasant and I spent the night. Before I fell asleep, wrapped in her arms, I remember thinking, “this could work.” I liked her, and we were on the same page for so many things in life. She was interesting to talk to, insightful, and when the craziness was tapped down, we walked to the same beat.

“From the Kentucky coal mine to the California sun, there Bobby shared the secrets of my soul.”

Sunday morning, asleep, warn and content, when suddenly I was being shaken awake.

“Bunk, Bunk, wake up!”

Bunk was my leftover nickname from college that some people still used.

“Huh?” I came to my senses at the urgency in her voice.

“You have to leave, hurry, you have to leave!” She sounded panicky as she shook me, almost pushing me from the bed.

I didn’t understand and was reluctant to leave a nice warm bed. “What time is it?”

“Almost 7:30. Hurry!”

“Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done, yeah, Bobby baby kept me from the cold.”

She got up and started to get dressed. Probably still a little tuned from the night before, I was having trouble clearing my head. What was going on?

“It’s still early,” I said, “what’s the rush?”

Facing away from me, with her hands behind her back to fasten her bra, she paused, and said, “My fiancée is coming to pick me up for early mass.”

In my foggy state I struggled to process what I had just heard. The only words that came to mind were “I thought you and I were going together” and they sounded so stupid I said nothing.

She turned and rather desperately said, “Please, Bunk, can you leave?”

“One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away, he’s lookin’ for that home, and I hope he finds it.”

I nodded. Mostly because she looked to be on the verge of a breakdown and I didn’t want to make the situation any worse. At the door, saying a quick goodbye, as way of…an apology, no, not that, what, I don’t know, she gave me a joint. I still had hair in those days which I wore semi-long, down over my ears. I tucked the joint behind an ear, shrugged a goodbye and got out of there before the fiancée showed up.

“But, I’d trade all my tomorrows, for a single yesterday, to be holding Bobby’s body next to mine.”

The weather added its contribution to my dark mood. A gray, overcast day, not too cold, but the wind was providing a nasty bite. Winter and spring were still in a battle for supremacy and that Sunday morning was a draw. I drove my VW Bug down Washington Avenue, at that time a decaying, desolate stretch of Minneapolis. Not another car on the street, the world, my world, looked to be a post apocalyptic setting. Rattled, I was not concentrating on driving. My head was spinning with what had just happened. The car radio was playing and “Me and Bobby McGee” came on. I turned up the sound and Janis took me to some forlorn corners of the song.

“Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose.”

I was into the intersection before I realized the light was red. At the same moment I saw the squad car, parked on the street facing the intersection. Oh crap! I was probably still half drunk, not to mention the doobie behind my ear. The penalties for marijuana possession were quite severe back then. Already in a state of collapse, my world was facing an even longer downward spiral. Two cops sat in the car, each with a cup of coffee and a doughnut. And there I was, whizzing through a red light right in front of them. This scene still plays out in slow motion in my mind. I looked at the cops, the cops looked at me, looked at each other, and through some unspoken agreement, turned their attention back to the coffee and doughnuts.

“But feelin good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues, hey, feelin good was good enough for me, mm-hmm.”

With no flashing lights behind, I continued along Washington Avenue, my load more than a little lifted. I laughed out loud and was able to look at what happened with Barb in a different light. Certainly not the relationship I wanted, but hey, at least I wasn’t the fiancée.

I sang along with Janis.

“Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, yeah.”

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ABOUT GARY JENNEKE

At various junctures of his life, Gary has been an indifferent grade school student, poor high school student, good Navy radioman, one-time hippie, passable college student, inveterate traveler, dedicated writer, miscast accountant (except for one interesting stint at a Communist café), part-time screenwriting teacher, semi-proud veteran, unsuccessful retiree and new blogger.

You can reach him at gary@newswhistle.com.

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CREDITS

We’d like to thank the following photographers and videographers for the use of their images:

* Lead-In Image – Olga Popova / Shutterstock.com – “A stamp printed in USA shows Janis Joplin (1943-1970), groundbreaking singer, series Music Icons, circa 2014.”

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* Janis Joplin (audio clip) – whodoyouthink8 / YouTube.com

* Outro (Man-In-Museum Cartoon) – SkyPics Studio / Shutterstock.com

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OTHER DAYS IN HISTORY …

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* December 5

* December 9

December 11

December 12

* December 15

December 16

December 18 

December 22

December 23

December 24

December 28

* December 30

* January 3

January 4

January 6

January 7

January 10

* January 11

* January 14

January 15

January 16

January 19

January 21

January 22

January 24

January 25

January 29

January 30

February 1

February 3 

February 5

February 6

* February 9

* February 10

* February 11

February 14

February 15

February 18

February 20

February 21

February 24

February 25

February 28

March 2

March 3

March 6

March 9

March 10

March 12

* March 14

March 16

March 17

* March 19

March 21

March 23

March 27

March 29

April 2

April 3

April 6

April 11

* April 13

April 18

April 22

April 23

April 28

April 29

May 2

May 3

May 6

May 9

May 10

May 13

May 17

* May 24

May 26

May 29

June 1

June 3

June 8

June 10

June 13

June 17

June 18

June 21

June 24

June 28

June 29

July 2

July 3

* July 9

July 13

July 15

July 19

July 23

July 25

July 30

July 31

* August 3

August 7

August 10

August 11

August 16

August 17

August 21

August 24

August 25

* August 28

August 31

September 2

September 5

September 6

September 8

September 11

September 12

September 15

September 16 

September 17

September 21

September 23

September 24

September 25

September 28

September 30

October 1

October 3

October 7

October 10

October 12

October 14

* October 16

October 18

October 24

October 25

October 27

October 28

October 30

November 3

* November 4

November 5

November 8

November 9

November 10

November 13

November 14

November 16

* November 17

November 19

November 20

November 23

November 28

November 30

* Stay tuned for more!

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