1949 was the coolest year to be born! You hit 18 in 1967; the "Summer Of
Love". You not only got to enjoy a changing world, you got to help build
it,
too.

Funny. I was 9 years old in '67, and the thing I remember most about those
times was the unrelenting bad news on TV, radio, and in the newspapers. It
was a terrifying time to be alive, unless you were stoned, I suppose.

Whether it was inner city rioting, or body bags coming home from Viet Nam,
those were certainly NOT the best of times.

Ten years later now, well, heh, heh, THOSE were good times!

Other than disco and polyester, of course... And high inflation. And Jimmy
Carter.
--
Jay Honeck
Iowa City, IA
Pathfinder N56993
www.AlexisParkInn.com
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