in their car and
off he goes not to sleep under the
stars tonight. We just looked on,
andwhat can we do, momentarily,
we soldiers of peace? Instant karma.
See, one of our numbers cuts his
long hair, starts to look straight
and tries to find a job. Bam! He’s
you” to my brother
John, who was driving somebody else’s
California VW bus to the East Coast—people’s
bus service. No heat, but John had
fashioned a pair of boots out of
foam and tape, and they were very
good for keeping the feet warm.
connections later I was meeting
my Mom. She drives fast like all
these other New York crazies, smokes
cigarettes, and curses anyone on
the street who doesn’t get
out of her way. My little mother,
quite a terror: sometimes threatening
to choke me. But she is now reassured
that I am still a nice guy.
• At New Buffalo: “The
kitchen sink is repaired. For a
while, we carried all the dirty
water to the door and threw it out,
creating a skating rink in the parking
lot. Slip and slide your way to
the outhouse!--Pg. 22
• ”Today Tahiti
gave New Buffalo a donkey…..
We picked him up in the Mind Machine. We’ve
had goats in our converted bread
truck, but never a donkey.”--Pg.
• “Tahiti finishing
his munitions belt—makes his
own bullets. He’s a good cook
too; garlic and barley for breakfast
is his specialty.”--Pg. 27
• In the midst
of a friendly neighborhood police
raid a policeman says: “What’s
this?” “This is the
spice shelf for cooking.” “This
is smoking mixture.” “No,
it’s oregano.” Girls
serving coffee to some of the police,
over 60 people here. “Can
I feed the chickens?” Trooper
says, “OK.” --Pg.32
• Finally boosted
the Mind Machine with a jump from
Heavy’s car. She started right
up. Driving around, honking the
horn, the Mind Machine is back in
operation! It has lights too. Needs
a blinker and has no dashboard.
So the problem was not enough juice.
All the nonsense about the starter
was unnecessary. Like the time we
took out the fuel pump, undoing
the lines and getting at some bad
bolts when the problem was, we were
out of gas.--Pg.47
• Yesterday Pepe
was only down to the hot springs
four times. “What, you just
watch your brothers work?” says
Max. “No, I don’t have
the time to watch them, with all
the chicks around here.”--Pg.
• In the
morning Chuck and I took out the
garbage to the public dump. We couldn’t
get the truck out over a hill, so
we hitched home, got all kinds of
chains and bailing wire to improvise
a set of chains. Max and Neil came
to help, got the truck almost out
but broke a brake line; the truck
shot back down the hill. We then
went to town and back to Buffalo
and got a thing to repair a hole
and make a splice. We found another
hole, went to Questa and bought
a new line. As the sun set,
Chuck and I put in the new line,
bled the brakes, put on the new
gigantic chain that Max scored and
drove home. Had some rabbit that
Chuck shot, lemon meringue pie that
Susie baked and smoked some homegrown.
Moon is out, shining lots of light
these nights on the white landscape.
Do we know how to have fun or what?
• Jan made us
an offer. She and Kemal came down
from Colorado in a Chevy; it’s
transmission gave out. The truck
is now at the band’s house,
and she’ll give us it’s
papers and all for a ride up to
Gardner Colorado, carrying a horse.
Here’s the engine for our
Banana truck. So, I will go.
Into the flatbed truck, a goat,
some chickens, and a bit of furniture
joined the horse, and we were off.--Pg.
before I arrived, a hog had been
slaughtered, an elk shot, and a
horse accidentally strangled; that
made about 1,500 pounds of the best
sausage you’ll ever smell
on a cold Colorado morning.
• Coming back,
we rode through a blizzard, a complete
white-out. For a while, I had Bill
walk in front of the truck to the
right so I didn’t drive off
the road. Peter and Dale from the
farm were riding in the back! We
made it home just in time for fudge,
ice cream, and a lot of rosy, smiling
faces around the stove. Dale and
Peter thawing out nicely in the
• Neil and Bill
brought back four bales containing
over 100 of these fantastic quilts
that have been made by the Ladies
Lutheran Aid Organization. Oh thank
you Lutheran Ladies. I got a couple
for my bed.--Pg 92
Pg. 94 The tree started
to get decorated with paper snowflakes,
popcorn and rosehip strings, a few
ornaments, and one candy cane that
Jason very much wants to eat. His
eyes are huge, as he gazes up in
awe at that tantalizing prize. With
his Dutch-cut blond hair, he has
a Dennis the Menace mischievous
smile, but it’s hard to steal
the only candy cane. We’ll
have to get some more.
• The kitchen
is somewhat dark. A lot of people
talking. Pea soup on the stove started
by Carol. In the dim light, in walks
Margy—gets out cookbook and
is mixing up batter for coffee cake
for us. The very best this gal.
She also spent twenty minutes taking
water out of the soup on seeing
that there really wasn’t such
a crowd.--Pg. 101
• The world is
luminescent because of the snow
clouds hanging over us. Today we
broke the treasury on the wood run.
The last forty cents went for lemons.--Pg
• Someone, right
in the middle of breakfast, combined
the four-pound stash of salt with
the five-pound stash of sugar leaving
us only Tamari sauce to put on our
oatmeal and rice.--Pg. 133
• A bunch
of us made off for the movies and
ice cream. We couldn’t eat
enough banana splits after so many
weeded a row of beets; trouble is,
she forgot to leave the beets! She
comes about once a week. Then someone
weeded out our onion sprouts! The
frost killed the kohlrabi and broccoli.
• Tam, perhaps
at the invitation of Sky, decides
he lives here. He had acquired the
old abandoned Rambler, with headlights
smashed out, no battery, no clutch,
and not a single tread on any of
the half inflated tires. And here
George was towing it up our driveway!
In a quick and heated exchange,
in which Kemal and I tried to be
sociable with George while being
direct with Tam, we settled the
matter. We accepted the chickens
and George, willingly enough, towed
the Rambler to the other side of
the Hondo. Tam came up and apologized
later saying he didn’t expect
to be freaking us out.--Pg. 142
• Busiest time
of the year now, planting and harvesting,
and we have little experience and
lots to do. For planting we have
a plow that we’ve never used
and a tractor still incomplete and
no seeds. For harvesting we have
five sickles, one scythe, and we’re
behind. We still have a chance to
come through very well.--Pg. 145
on the plow and me on the tractor,
we started plowing today! The fellow
riding the old two-bottom plow has
to lift the plows out of the earth
at the end of the run, and then
drop them in again when we turn
around. If you hit a big rock it
can throw you right off, so you
have to keep your eyes open. By
about 4:00 after many changes, including
putting the distributor wires on
the right way, we got the machine
running with lots of power. --Pg.
an attempt to divert attention from
Nixon’s Watergate troubles,
a local man, Eddie was accused (bogus)
of an assassination plot. “With
helicopters and many police in the
area, the sheriff was up here, of
course. They were pretty friendly
and courteous to us. On Kemal’s
request, one deputy put his machine
gun back in the car. Kemal showed
them around. Fellow from the D.A.
said he’d been meaning to
come up to visit and Kemal invited
him to do so.-- Pg. 148
• Isabel and
Randa made a showing for us at the
co-op meeting. Carl made storage
shelves while we picked apples.
Very coordinated. John hitched home
with Toltec the goat.--Pg. 156
• Kemal, Lama
Billy, and everyone got Rupert the
mule out of Buffalo. We had to knock
him unconscious with drugs, pick
him up and put him in the truck.
Recently Rupert kicked Kemal squarely
in the chest, sending him airborne
against the corral fence. So we
had to get resourceful. Is seven
people carrying a mule resourceful?
Anyhow we got the job done. --Pg.
• (Winter) This
is the hardest time when we need
the best diet. But goat John just
loves our steer Bobo, so we have
refrained from butchering. Kemal
and Kim went out hunting deer. Our
men are hardy; but yet, no success.
Tomorrow we hunt up at the barn.
• Some of the
scenes around here have been rough.
I hear tell where Indio, our revolutionary
Chicano brother, once took some
shots at the pueblo for some wild-eyed
reason. Once a visiting hippie here,
completely naked, ran down into
a neighbor’s house and destroyed
their television while they were
watching. They took a few shots
at Buffalo too. But now, with our
friendly attitude, Sandy’s
five- year-old Jason sometimes watches
TV at their house after school.
• Today Carl,
Kemal, Pots, and I got the truck
stuck at Carlos Trujillo’s.
With a heavy load of manure we sank
right into his new little causeway.
Carl had to go get the eight-ton
jack. We threw off three-quarters
of the load and drove right out
after only six hours of pretty tough
effort. Our tire on the tractor
is low. Our pressure gauge is broken.
Our air pump was given away a year
ago. We do have a hand pump. It
is hard to say what will go wrong
• Today in town
I went for broke, buying 150 pounds
wheat seed and forty pounds of pea
seeds, gasoline, gloves, antifreeze,
and a few snickers bars.--Pg. 184
a new reverse; state trooper brought
a young lady up here.--Pg.190
ª Actor James
Coburn was up here and told us they’d
be hiring extras. Some of the girls
were all a flutter, and Carol mischievously
pulled up Marianne’s shirt,
exposing breasts, and asked Coburn
if they would do!--Pg. 191
• All of a sudden
we are home free. The corn can go
without another irrigation—the
squash too. The wheat is turning
yellow and the kernels are full.
The oat fields look uniform. The
alfalfa looks fresh, over a foot
tall. We live in abundance. A bunch
of poor people, we are still able
to scrape up what we need to patch
and glue this scene together.--Pg.
• Kay got jealous
of Pepe chasing the girls. She thought
she could rope him in. No, I don’t
think so. Then she comes onto handsome
Kim for revenge and Pepe gets mad
and throws some punches at him.
Who writes this stuff? And Kim is
so important to us. He’s young,
bright, with big strong arms. And
he is mellow, hard working, thoughtful,
and he’s the farming type!--Pg.
• Mike has been
working hard on what was Max’s,
then Janet’s, then Kim’s
room. Janet is up at the pit house
with Carl. Carl no longer sleeping
alone at the barn. Romance in the
Pinons. Everyone’s got a room—no
vacancies—no one in the milk
room now. This room is for food
• Nine guys in
the Bird truck went to the mountains,
and with backpacks marched up to
11,000 feet, packed up the entire
elk and brought it down. We reached
our base camp just as it was getting
very difficult to see. This is a
real boon for us. Bird truck took
us home. I proudly drove.--Pg. 208
• This converted
bread truck, also called the Mind
Machine, I have driven in thirty
states. It has been to see the rolling
Stones in Altamont, California;
it has been to Johnson’s pastures
in Vermont, and I felt good then
and I sure feel good now.
• The new kitchen
door has weather stripping and with
some work closes well. This is the
first time since I came here that
we got it to shut and stay closed.
It only took three years. --Pg.
• I did some work on
the road below. We’ve come
a long way from the swamp that passed
for our driveway two years ago.
The road did to cars what flypaper
does to insects.
• Chickens are
up to three dozen on Christmas day.
Someone put a wreath on their door.
We’re hoping to sell five
dozen a week at least.--Pg. 217
• I switched
over to irrigation. I replaced Larry
who was out there alone. Kemal replaced
me while I took a break. Later on,
we got several people out there.
At one point I saw only a pair of
boots out in the field; Kim got
so stuck in the mud, he left the
boots and came in barefoot.--Pg.
• I took the
wrong road up to Leo’s field
and almost turned over the tractor.
The front wheels came off the ground.
Instinctively I gave it full throttle,
the tractor lurched forward, I changed
direction a little and made it to
the top, shaking a bit. That tractor
doesn’t steer worth a damn
with the front wheels off the ground.
• We used Manuel’s
ancient combine to harvest the wheat.
Rattling along with belts turning
and trays shaking, it looks like
it could come apart in a thousand
pieces at any moment. But it doesn’t.--Pg.
• This is the first season
that New Buffalo’s cultivated
land is all in some crop: pasture,
alfalfa, and winter grain. It was
a big chore. I love to cross the
fields where I’ve spent so many
hours and see all the life