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On that date, I was almost 26 years old, working for the Recreation Center for the Handicapped in San Francisco, organizing community services for groups including those returned from the closing of the large rural mental hospitals to the "community," for isolated senior citizens, for disabled young adults.
I enjoyed long runs on Ocean Beach, and swam, alone at night, without wet-suit (a crazy thing to do given the rip-tides) in the icy water after warming up with pranayama. Long walks in Golden Gate Park. Trips to China town to study Tai Chi Quan with Master Choy, followed by cheap Chinese at the restaurant with the famously insulting waiter Edsel Fong Ford [^].
Music at the Fillmore, Winterland, poetry readings at 'Minnie's Can-Do' bar [^].
those were the daze, my friend ...
«Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?» T. S. Elliot
Indeed, sir. I'm convinced I was born 10 years too late, Bill-ji. If the stars were otherwise aligned, I'd have jammed at the Troubadour and likely been an early employee at Apple. But don't get me wrong, I'm (immensely) grateful for what I have, an in particular, my (reasonably) good health.
After single-handedly holding off the massed Russian hordes on the East/West German border for several years, I had just handed back to the quartermaster my sword, spurs, sidearm and several small nuclear devices, and was on terminal leave from Her Majesty's employ.
I was at home, had celebrated my 8th birthday less than a month before, and was not-quite-thinking about the new school year starting. Not too long after that I found out the world wasn't what I thought it was when my parents divorced .
Assuming you existed at the time, where were you, pray tell?
That's too much assuming... at least for me
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In my early teens in a boarding school where the TV was only turned on Saturday night and news was not available so I was completely unaware of the outside world. I removed myself from that environment a year later at age 15.
Never underestimate the power of human stupidity -
I'm old. I know stuff - JSOP
I was about a month from entering High School, spending a week at Sunset Beach, Peoples' Republic of Kalifornia (nee, California). I knew how to play every song the Beatles ever wrote on my guitar, and was too shy to talk to girls, let alone ask one out. So I spent a lot of time in my room, or on the beach, playing guitar and singing to no one in particular. I dreamed of attending Woodstock, but Mom wouldn't give me a note, or pay for a bus ticket to get to New York. If I was a modern snowflake, I'd claim to have been emotionally scarred by that, and sue both my parents, but since they're both dead, I'd have to settle for welfare and whining about my sad state of affairs for the rest of my useless life. Instead, I got an education and a few good jobs, and got over the trauma.
Will Rogers never met me.
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