I Adopted My Dad’s Dream of Moving to the Mountains, Minus the Magic Mushrooms
Denver, Colorado may have been the cool place to be for the bell bottom crowd, but Seattle was the scene for us gen-xers.
I admit it. All I really cared about when I was in my senior year of high school was taking off to Seattle with my best friend to join the grunge scene.
What lofty goals we had, but hey, I was a pleasure seeking gen-xer on the search for meaning in the mundane. And I found my pleasure in music and clubs. And back in 1994, well, my bestie and I rocked the alternative crowd in baby doll dresses and Doc Martins.
And in Houston, Texas in the heat of the summer, we were ready for cooler weather and a new all night club scene.
Looking back it seems now that I envisioned living in Seattle in much the same way that my dad dreamed of ditching it all and setting down roots in Denver, the Mile High City. After the obvious choice of joining the Haight Ashbury crowd, in 1970 Colorado was the new hot spot for the counterculture scene.
Maybe it was that good old boy John Denver belting out songs like “Rocky Mountain High.” I don’t know, I just know that my dad wanted to be there bad enough to drop out of his senior year of college at Southern Methodist University in Dallas to chase his dream without a…
