‘67 Again

Listening to Ravi Shankar at

Monterrey Pop Festival, ‘67.

My generation was thirsty for

the freedom that was promised 

to be the USA. We grew up in

a materialistic Albee intellectual 

middle class prison of values and

designated aspirations. We weren’t 

going to wait for someone to free

us from social slavery. We blew 

our minds and discovered 

exhilarating and terrifying openness;

something real, for a change.

We went into life without a net.

You would be surprised about

what some of us found.