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Alice is the name of Alice Brock Wednesday, September 12, 2012 ![]() Below is my invitation to the movie "Alice's Restaurant." People were invited to attend by folks roaming around with Polaroid cameras. They would take a snapshot of a freak ("hippie" to aliens to the Alice's Restaurant Massacree Movement) and insert the photo into a folded invitation. My picture was taken on three occasions. I declined one of the subsequent invitations and passed along another. Note that I am rolling a cigarette with the Bugle Tobacco seen in my pocket. I was living on the street at the time, and a pouch of Bugle cost only twelve cents. In the background is the south wall of Harvard Yard. In the song that has become a Thanksgiving tradition for millions, Arlo allows that "...Alice's Restaurant is not the name of the restaurant, that's just the name of the song..." Well, Arlo, as you and I know and so many of us seem to forget, Alice is actually the name of the eponymous Alice Brock. She is stuck with being that icon for us, and I hereby report that she is carrying that burden with lovely noblesse oblige. I had heard a couple of years ago, from another Provincetown resident, that it was tiring for her to be that Alice. What a burden! A little like being an ex-Beatle without the half-billion dollars of padding. She has resolved to acquiesce to the inevitable and to accommodate herself to the fact that, en fin, it is not at all a bad thing that everyone smiles at the very mention of her name! This past Saturday I had the great good fortune of having a chat with the affable, gracious artist Alice in her studio. I was arm candy/photographer/chaffeur at a wedding in Truro this weekend, and my darling companion bought some of Alice's painted beach stones (these) for wedding favors. It was my idea; I figured that most wedding favors are disposable things that folks discard quite quickly; these wedding favors will likely be kept as little treasures. Thus, the wedding will be well remembered. Shameless plug: As a student of history, I have my own understanding, albeit often wrong, about how things work. That said, I suggest, dear and patient reader, that, if you want bang-for-buck and you want to pass along a keepsake that your heirs might actually keep, go buy something from Alice. |