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Hippies: Those Filthy Pigs

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“Deleted Scene” from Dennis and Greer: A Love Story

October 30, 1967

“…Speaking of trash, you should see the teenagers in this area. I’m just curious to see how long into the winter they will go without any shoes. They are truly a revolting bunch of people. They are positively filthy pigs. They are everywhere. You should see the places they live. The yards look like a garbage dump and the cars are strictly from there, all painted (along with the house) in brilliant psychedelic colors and patterns. It’s all quite weird. Palo Alto is certainly getting a new face. The older people really resent it as the Hippies are taking over a lot of the areas that used to be quiet little neighborhoods of retired old people. The influence is really shown on the high schools around here and most of the fellows have long hair, no shoes, horrid clothes, etc.” -Greer King

Still in Love

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“deleted scene” from Dennis and Greer: A Love Story

Aug 14, 1965

It is now 6:00 a.m. and my mother is cooking my breakfast. I wish I had three or four hours to write this because I always feel more like writing in the morning. We shall always go to bed early (HAH!) and rise early, so I can do most of my and/or our homework.


Well damn, its time to go to work. Mom just was talking to dad on the phone (they are still in love, I can tell, or is the whole world in love to me?) and dad said one of my old school buddies was killed in a car wreck.

love, love, etc.

Cong Maximus




Inadequate Press

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“Deleted Scene” from Dennis and Greer: A Love Story

“How inadequate is a press which bases its reporting on sensation stories and tries to build up certain crises into big selling items? How inadequate is a people who must be catered to in such a way before they will buy a newspaper? In spite of what they call themselves, journalists are businessmen rather than, in most cases, members of an institution of public information dedicated to truth and creating a clear impression of what’s happening.” -Dennis King

Welfare: An Opinion Piece

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dangers of welfare

“deleted scene” from Dennis and Greer: A Love Story

Copyright © 2017 by Molly Gould

Walker beside me in our clear direction;

Need or poverty. Who deserves the material of life, those who need only or those who produce, whether they need or not? Who is more deserving, if you were to be in charge of the disposition of all goods produced—those who produced them or those who need them? To fulfill need is to follow a Robin Hood ideal of supplying needs with no regards to the producer. Can society exist with a class which need only and does not produce? Historically it has not. The Roman Emperors who scorned the producer farmers who supplied, who produced the food that was given to the massive number of needers in the streets, did not see this and it was one of the downfalls of their society. The producers were discounted and the parasite or needing class was supported. Naturally it expanded to great proportions, and the power of the people came to rest in this public supported mob of non-workers. This is what scares me about America.

The purely welfare segment of society under its present state, with the direction our economy is taking, along with that of our population, must expand. The needers will gain power among the liberal public administration. The producers will be taxed heavier, and have less influence, and our society will begin to slip. Because a liberal stand on need allows too many needers, human nature will not stand up under the allowance of nonproduction.

It is degrading for man. He must produce, all that is noble in him drives him to produce, but if it is a choice between produce and not produce and still get by, history has answered this for us. That he who does not produce or does not produce well enough will fail is the capitalist backbone of our society.

We are heading too far into welfare, and for this reason (however muddled it is), I am moving toward the conservative stand on our economy and on welfare. I don’t abandon all my liberal feelings, because there are too many things to be changed, but I want to tell you that as far as Barry Boldwater is concerned I have been doing some reading by him and about him and I came to the conclusion that whatever is was I had against him in 64 was an impression and not very well founded. I really didn’t know what he believed, as most people didn’t, I just didn’t trust him. If I can bring myself to not be so impressionable in the future, maybe politics won’t be a disagreement with us, and in the next election we will both vote for the same person.

Waiter in pain of protracted longing,

Soon. Count the days on both hands.


Copyright © 2017 by Molly Gould


Beer of My Own Taste

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love story in letters

“Deleted Scene” From the book: Dennis and Greer: A Love Story 

Copyright © 2017 by Molly Gould

May 28, 1966

Beer of my own taste,

In a cigarette and dim light softened room, the air is pulsed with stereophonic backbeat and the quiet mixture of many conversations and many voices. The atmosphere is a standard American product–these men sit in nostalgia and a companionability made possible by the loosening effects of the beer. They are probably friendly people, but they have never had this confidability and closeness with each other before. Pertinent to our barroom scene is the fact that inhibitions hold no sway upon the tongues of anyone. After a few beers a man will try very hard to have a total stranger understand what the most predominant thought in his mind is. The one slight step away from reality allows them to believe what their own idea of themselves is true, and thus feel good with themselves, as a perfectly successful man would, and to feel very warm towards others, and feel it in the interest of everyone to know of his adventures, his wit, his courage, how tough he is (these are the ones who fight when drunk, and who passive when inebriated, secretly feel that they are very good fighters) and in general they talk freely and the atmosphere is pleasant (until someone gets drunk and then the whole thing changes; they become something less that themselves). Most men need beer to feel a warmness for their fellow man, because of their real fear of people, which fear I think is in all of us, or they need a beer to blame talking about things close to their hearts upon. It’s not “cool” to talk emotionally or warmly or about what is most dear or important to you, not as a man, so the beer is the excuse, it is the accepted key to intimate conversation among men who would never think the things they talk about while uninhibited. I have sat with men who have reached this state of conversation and felt the warmth. It was very enjoyable. But Cooper could never have told me what he thought about his girl without a few glasses of beer. Not that he was drunk or not in control of his thinking, it was just that the beer in his glass made such conversation in place. And I could talk on his level just like a drinker, because I guess I’m just that way naturally, and we had a very meaningful conversation.

Thus beer of mine it is for me with you. One sip of my smooth flawless glass and my soul is open to you, and I feel all that I would be for your pleasure, and that I want to be and all that I am I give to you, inhibitor, benefactor and sweet sweet comfort to me.

Copyright © 2017 by Molly Gould



“A Rugged Man Who Neither Drank Nor Smoked”

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“deleted scene” from Dennis and Greer: A Love Story

true nonfiction love story letters

“A girl who knew him said he was “all teeth and eyes.” A fellow Marine described him as a “rugged man who neither drank nor smoke.” He never ventured to describe himself but did so time and again, unknowingly, in his many letters to me. All his gentleness, his roughness, his enthusiasm came through in his letters and a letter was simply another meeting with Dennis, they were never cold or dissatisfying as letters often are.

They were Dennis. He sent a part of himself in each one, holding back nothing.

Having known each other for only 2 months when we began writing each other, the letters were indeed revealing and proved a delightful way to come to know Dennis.”  -Greer King