The infection was systemic, untreatable and likely fatal. Youth. Unbridled youth. Plain and simple. Of no cure. Youth…

And that’s just the way it was. Then! Back then when the world was wide open to the neurons firing and synapses exciting and restless legs led one to the edge and back from the darkest hours curiosity could carve from safe-harbors.

It was the 60’s after -all. The decade that didn’t just cross borders but reshaped them. Warhol-Art, Film, Sex, Drugs and of course…Rock n Roll. Hair grew out of crew-cuts into pony tails. Clean shaven faces forested. Gleam in eyes sparkled. Oh what the hell. Hell was ours and heaven too.

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