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Well, I went upstairs to what was the domain of "Ray". Ray was the bar tender of the Orange Bull in 1965 when at times it was all right to sorta have long type hair and be a little "different", but the color was "Orange", Pete Lammons and (since I studied the defensive tackle position) Diron Talbert came in. Austin was split on "a whiter shade of pale." In other words, if you had long hair and were a guy,you usually didn't go there when there were Longhorns there. At that time, the "beat generation" was emerging and would soon be morphing into the Hippie thing. The Beatniks were the early guard of the Hippie to come, the Greenwich Village crowd.

It was around Christmas and one individual was incessantly playing Tom Jones's What's new, Pussycat? Janis Joplin had come to Threadgills and said she was a Beatnik, A Beatnik knows the world is going to hell, so you get stoned and have a good time, and get down in your guts on the music scene. This was before folks knew where Haight Ashbury was located and you watched your mouth because you did not know where people stood on the "beat" experience.

I had some friends who jammed all the time over in one of the old 1920s style homes on San Antonio, Blues legend Mance Lipscomb was crashing there and they made music. Some football players would come out of the dark and beat up on these types. Some "beats" came in fresh from California and got pounced. Somebody at the Bull did not see Merle Haggard in their looks and took them to task.

I had all sorts of friends and did see why they got what they got, but those times were extremely difficult because this was the beginning of a social revolution. People were taking sides, and the Orange Bull could swing either way, depending on who was in attendance at any given time. The counter culture was no "gimme". I saw my first mini skirt on main campus and liked that. British Mod with the plastic look was in (Twiggy), but you had to be careful and try to sense the real sweat and not the ambiance of the place. You could blunder into a bad situation when you were going out on the town because not everyone shared your youthful idealism. The new thing back then was LSD-25 (Timothy Leary) and was not accepted by many. It was not uncommon for LSD to be dropped on a unsuspecting person. You could feel the tension. The old term was you played it by ear.

Bartender Ray went on to form up the "End Zone" way out on North Lamar and the serious Longhorn crowd followed him. As the old saying goes we'd rather fight than switch. My group of friends got along with everybody, but Austin was not "Hippie Hollow" back then. I liked the Orange Bull, I thought the world of Ray and I was a Longhorn above all, Some did not want the times to change, but you heard Bob Dylan on the Drag more than you heard Bob Wills who, some say,is still the king in Texas.

At this time, the full impact of the sexual revolution hadn't hit yet, and UT's bedrock of dating was the course "Marriage and the Family" taught by Professor Bowman. Man, have times changed!

Austin took three thing from me: Mt. Bonnell, the Villa Capri Motel, and the Orange Bull.

Ride 'em, Cowboy.