Posts Tagged ‘memoir’

[To recap:  This is the story of my first rock concert and the meshugaas that preceded it.  In Part 1, I argued with my parents – I wanted to go to Berkeley with 3 friends to see Bob Dylan perform, but they said no.  The resolution: One of my friends’ parents would drive us to the […]


[To kick off 2010, here is the first half of the long but (I hope) amusing story of my first rock concert and the meshugaas that preceded it.]           Return with us now to those thrilling days of yesteryear – November 1965, about a month before my 16th birthday.            My attention had been focused on that great adolescent […]


Here’s another story about an unusual situation my wife and I encountered while traveling, that happened in part because of Robin’s multiple sclerosis.   About 15 years ago, Robin and I took a vacation in New Mexico.  We absolutely loved it.  You have to love a state that not only has the roadrunner as its Official State Bird […]


[I apologize for the month-long gap between posts.  Back on September 25th, while on vacation in Monterey, California, I’d written:  “I started a great story about my wife and me going to a rock concert in Italy.  That post will appear soon.  But, as the cliché goes ‘shit happens.’” Little did I realize just how […]


The media dubbed it the “Summer of Love.”  Scott McKenzie (where is he now?) sang that “If you’re goin’ to San Francisco… be sure to wear some flowers in your hair.”  Well, I spent the summer of 1967 in Marin County, only a few miles north of that Mecca of Hippiedom.  I even went to […]


Believe it or not, back in the fall of 1966 the U.S. government thought that my going to college could help America win the Cold War.  Earlier that year, my parents and I had attended a meeting where federal employees spoke enthusiastically about the National Defense Education Act (passed in 1958, in response to the […]


Some of the upcoming posts on this blog will fall into the category “60s Flashbacks,” so I want to get something out of the way right now.  There’s a well-known saying: “If you can remember the 60s, then you weren’t really there.”  I’ll grant you, the quip has a certain cleverness.  It starts out a […]