We’re all Children of our Time

I always thought old age, death, or insanity would quiet their voices.

I’m not insane. At least not yet. And even though I’m not dead, I’m much older.

The voices are the songs, movies and art of the 1960’s. They were imprinted on me as my first impressions, my earliest memories.

The voices seemed like implied promises. Do whatever you want, whenever and with whomever. Peace, love and happiness for ourselves and for the world.

It was a dream that almost became reality. Continue reading “We’re all Children of our Time”