Ah, the 60's. So much happened, for my small family and me, some quite awful; my father's hard death, my mother moving into Alzheimer's, as a wanderer to LAX and downtown LA, then commitment. Guess how I felt.
Plus I had to sell our house to pay for her care. Guess how much it's worth now?
some damned lucky as Reagan hadn't made UC charge to tuition yet. I already worked 30 something hours a week through school.
Some a lot of joy, really good and lasting friends. All met at first through Mary Lou, who I met when we both worked as cashiers at a Santa Monica hospital after school and weekends.
Sex!! Oh, my. I was lucky there too, with an introduction to long remember.
Your turn, eb..