Memories can be a good thing to have, but, God, can they slap the crap out o ya. As I mellow in my age and realize many of my compatriots of the '70s are grandparents, I realize I haven't grown up. My music is still hard and loud, my attitudes are still counter culture, and I still can't figure out what the Hell is going on half the time.
Is it that opportunities have passed me by, or is it that I simply stepped out of their way? Old friends that have died took w/ them so much of me, and the music from Macon esp the Allman Bros, R.E.M., and Jupiter Coyote, is all that is left of that time in my life.
I am proud of the youth that is 'following' those of us who lived by a different code and don't follow the norms set by society. For now, I crank up Alanis Morriset, start another chapter in another book - one day I may even publish!
Keep on living life according to your rules!