And AgainSo back to the mid-sixties, and moving into the next decade. We moved to a bigger house, acquired various cats, eventually a large, stupid dog, a big yard, and…then came the s****l revolution, which Frank embraced and I, the potato, the empty shell, whose main thing was wanting to stay married and didn’t care about herself below the neck, agreed to. No, no, no; I do not want to revisit that time, either. You were either there in the sixties and early seventies, or you weren’t. If you were, you know, and if you weren’t, you will probably never understand. Being married with three kids and a mortgage limits one’s participation; e.g.., we did not go to Woodstock when it happened. They were busy times. People walked on the moon. The Stonewall Riots happened, not that I thought it woul
