Damn it! The nostalgia is really taking over these days, with memories of 1967 (the summer of love), 1968 (the cradle of everything) and next year it's 40 years since Woodstock. Not that I had much fun, I was a bit too young to be a hippie (13 in 1968) (and too old to be a punk!), but I am catching up on my reading these days. I was looking into some old cardboard boxes yesterday and there they were again: Jerry Rubin's "Do It" (1970) and Tom Wolfe's "The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test" (1968). Don't trust anyone over 30!
Damn it! The nostalgia is really taking over these days, with memories of 1967 (the summer of love), 1968 (the cradle of everything) and next year it's 40 years since Woodstock. Not that I had much fun, I was a bit too young to be a hippie (13 in 1968) (and too old to be a punk!), but I am catching up on my reading these days. I was looking into some old cardboard boxes yesterday and there they were again: Jerry Rubin's "Do It" (1970) and Tom Wolfe's "The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test" (1968). Don't trust anyone over 30!
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