[imcarthur]

Spring break 1972. 3 of us piled into my friend’s mother’s Camaro & headed south to Biloxi, MS. All of the jock crowd were heading to Florida but we wanted to be different.

We were strip-searched at US Customs in Windsor because they found some pot seeds in the seat fold. That took a few hours, but they did finally let us through. We stayed at a KOA campground in Biloxi where we did odd jobs for free tent space, drinking beer & ogling the owner’s hot daughter. A side trip to New Orleans one day resulted in a drugged beer in the French Quarter at a seedy place called Papa Joe’s with a girl casual dancing on the bar. We hit the streets after ˝ a draught & we were all stoned for 2 hours. We always wondered what would have happened if we finished the beer.

Back in Biloxi, we scored a lid of so-so pot the last night & we smoked like fiends that night & for the whole drive back, stopping at a car wash near Toledo to vacuum the car out. We gave our last joint to the attendant. I drove the last 5 hour stretch, with the window down despite the cold, stopping at every major wayside gas station for a Coke to try to stay awake until Toronto while my compatriots slept. A 27 hour non-stop drive – (except for gas, tolls & the carwash).

It was an adventure.

Ian