1969 was a wonderful year, my favorite year.
In those twelve months, I started high school, met my friends of the next thirty years, went to my first rock “fesitval”, started doing drugs, had, how I shall I put this, my first intimate contact with a girl, saw Midnight Cowboy, If, and Satyricon, saw 'Man" walk on the Moon, got kicked out of summer camp for doing drugs, got my first real job, read the Foundation Trilogy, 1984, and Brave New World, participated in my first protest march, grew my hair long, discovered mathematics and Electric Ladyland, drove my dad’s T-Bird (without a license!), and stopped doing drugs (Dec. 31st).
A lifetime in a year.
What’s your favorite year?