07th Aug 2006
Montana Rastas
There’s no particularly good reason why a group of friends of mine from the early 1980s in Missoula Montana decided to call ourselves the Rastas. I vaguely recall someone printed “Team Rasta” on a t-shirt or maybe a flag they raised on a raft they sailed down a river. Whatever. Somewhere along the line it stuck.
In the last several years, this gang of 40-somethings have reconnected and three times in the past four years have made the effort to reunite in person. They’re all beautiful people. I love them all!
Lots more pictures here.
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C’mon Rick,
You can’t think of ONE reason. Maybe you just can’t remember, like you said.