Chicago, August, 1968
(My daughter, who was not quite four years old at the time, asked me recently to talk about the 1968 Chicago convention for her children who are living thru this […]
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Storm
It wasn’t exactly sunny yesterday afternoon when I went for a walk. But it was a nice break in the misty rain on a day when I’d been mostly at […]
Boys’ Club
It’s like a junior high school dance. Bunch of guys scuffing around, hanging at the edges, no girls. In the case here on the mountain, it’s a group of five male […]
