Excerpt--January 17, 1969: There Must be Some Way Outta Here

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Jennifer's home (West Third Street, Sioux City, Iowa) 1964-1968
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(Sioux City)

There must be some kind of way outta here

said the joker to the thief

There’s too much confusion...

I can’t get no relief

–“All Along the Watchtower,”
Jimi Hendrix and Bob Dylan

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"All Along the Watchtower," Jimi Hendrix



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What a drag--it’s not only literally cold here, but the icy chill coming from Mo is frightening; I definitely want to blow this joint as soon as possible.

Yesterday, when we stepped off the plane, I thought she was going to hit me. Instead, she said, “You look awful.”

Like she looked so great herself.

“You ought to be ashamed of yourself,” she said.


Olive ("Mo") and Harley ("Dee Dee") Semple in front of their West Third Street home.
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Dee Dee told her to ice it.

“How could you do this to us?” She burst into tears.

Like I personally set out to hurt her.

Back at the house, I fell into bed and slid into a dream, reliving my birthday party at Rudy’s--once I ditched my relatives.

The night I met Rick, heartbreaker and prick.

Pre-Stoney.

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Excerpt copyright 2008, Jennifer Semple Siegel.

Text may not be reposted or republished without permission.

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