Fifty-four years ago, in 1962, I came of age. Not just because I graduated from high school at the tender age of 16. And not because I shortly afterward landed my first job. (Prudential Assurance, corner of Dorchester and University.)
1960s
Windows on the Past – mother & daughter
Ah, my younger self… with my daughter Kathryn – back in the days of post-Woodstock Nixon’s U.S.A.; before personal computers, smart phones and big-box stores.
Time Goes
So I have a milestone birthday coming up next month, as I’ve mentioned before. I am becoming distinctly forlorn over this. I’ve always been super-aware of aging whenever my current decade would crank over to the next. Life has whipped by way too fast for my liking. So I find myself looking at things I wrote years ago and some of it really takes me back… like these lyrics to a song I wrote back in ’86.
Montreal Time Warps for Folkies
If any of you old folkies (i.e. from the early ’60s) are hankerin’ for some sounds that hark back to the good times from yesteryear, look no further. As one who also fondly remembers the popular coffeehouses of that era such as the Finjan, Potpourri, Penelope, The New Penelope, The Fifth Dimension and others, I am happy to tell you that there are at least two venues in Montreal eager to help you reminisce. Check these out.
Three Strikes
Facing life with the bases loaded…
Crossed Eyes and Dotted Tees 