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...as best I can remember

It has been said “if you remember the sixties, you weren’t there”. For me, this is not entirely true. I DO remember, albeit somewhat hazily. How could I not when every thought and smell and sound is imprinted in my brain? In this tale, this memoir, I recall not just my psychedelic years, but all those decades before and after, as well. I hope readers will enjoy this “trip” through the window into my heart, beginning in my early years in the Northern Suburbs of Philly, then due Northwards as a Boston Beatnik, the west coast Hippie love-ins, New Mexico and West Virginia communes, all the way to the Smokey Mountains in Shootin’ Creek, NC. To quote my old friend Jerry Garcia, “What a long, strange trip it’s been”. My cousin, Kenny thinks I invented sex, and while this is not altogether accurate, there might be a little something to it. When I sent this book to a friend Elizabeth, for some editing help, she said that it was way too explicit for the religious publishers and way too spiritual for the secular press. I am forced to do my own publishing if I want anyone to read my memories, which I do, I think. Anyway, enjoy the ride! Kay