I went to high school in Crosbyton Texas where I made many life long friends, I hope. My Dad was the Methodist preacher so we lived right next to the church on highway 82, about 45 miles east of Lubbock. Our band, The Wipeouts, rented an abandoned grocery store on the town square to throw dances. That was considered to be a sin by many of the people of the town, but our parents sponsored the dances which were mainly peaceful and paid pretty good.
After I got caught spray painting the town with protests, I had to apologize to all of the teachers and preachers and repaint the swimming pool wall. When some people in the church gave me a chance to go to a seminar on speaking in tongues at ORU, I drove to Tulsa in my Karmann Ghia for 20$ and chose TU for my higher education. Then I dropped out and hitchhiked to Boulder.