These are the occasional musings of an aging child of the 1960s. The photograph is an Easter 2008 moonset/sunrise over the farm outside Alfred, New York, which our ancestors first inhabited, beginning in 1836.
Monday, August 20, 2007
It is time for aging hippies to get their spit together and revitalize the idealism of the 1960s. Assassinations and Altamont should not have been the back end of all the good that accumulated in that decade.
