By Gene Weingarten
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Like many middle-age people, I wear more than one hat. I'm a husband,
a father, a journalist, a role model to a generation of idealistic
young Americans, etc. But one of my favorite hats, the floppy felt one
that still smells faintly of the sweet smoke of a controlled
substance, is "former hippie." We children of the '60s tenaciously
hold on to this self-image, even though our mirrors tell us that in
terms of sheer hipness, we look more like Arlen Specter than Arlo
And that is why I am on the phone right now with Arlo. I need him to
clear up a little problem I am having, and reassure me that everything
is okay in my world. Arlo Guthrie became a hero to my generation in
1967 when he recorded his iconic, self-deprecating, darkly comic,
antiwar counterculture proto-rap masterpiece, "Alice's Restaurant."
The 18-minute song tells the true story of Arlo's teenage arrest for
littering, and his subsequent defiant confrontation with a Vietnam-War-
era draft board over his "criminal" record. The strength of "Alice's
Restaurant" is its feel of truth -- and how it speaks that truth to
power. I had occasion to reread the lyrics recently, and for the first
time, my instincts as an investigative humorist kicked in. I detected
a dissonant note. Hence, this phone call.
Me: So, you were arrested for illegally dumping a half-ton of garbage
that you scooped up from the floor of Alice's home, and took away to
dispose of as a favor, right?
Me: And you were nailed by the fuzz because Officer Obie found your
name on an envelope in that half-ton pile of garbage and phoned you.
And in the funniest line of the song, you solemnly admitted to Officer
Obie that you had put that envelope under that half-ton of garbage,
Me: Why was your name in the garbage from Alice's restaurant? Wasn't
that all Alice's garbage?
Arlo: In 40 years, no one ever asked me that.
Me: Well, someone is asking now.
Arlo: Bravo. I will hate you forever for this.
Arlo: Okay, we have to attribute that line to creative license. Obie
actually found a paper with Ray's name -- Ray was Alice's husband --
and Ray directed them to me. But it worked better in the song the
Me: So, no biggie? A misstatement is okay because it "worked better"?
Me: I don't want to overstate my disillusionment here. But this is
like hearing Jesus say, "Okay, I didn't turn the water into wine,
exactly. Actually, I just added some Kool-Aid powder and turned it
into a nice, refreshing beverage."
Arlo: I don't know what to say, man.
Me: Are there any other untruths in the song?
Arlo: There's one. The 27 8-by-10 color glossy photographs with the
circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining
what each one was? They were not in color, they were actually black
Me: Did you learn your ethics from your dad? Might it be that this
land was really made for just him and a few of his cronies?
Arlo: You know, it's possible! I've heard that song sung at Republican
Me: Wait. What were you doing at Republican conventions?
Arlo: I'm a registered Republican now.
We talked a bit longer, Arlo and I, and it was amicable, but it all
went by in a blur. My mind was cartwheeling. By becoming a Republican,
Arlo Guthrie has shredded the last remnants of my faith that our
hippie principles had any lasting meaning. How can he do this to us?
I'm a peaceable man, but if I had a hammer ...