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But they don't look as cool-except for maybe the new Shelby-style Mustang!

The only drug I had access to was St. Joseph's Baby Aspirin(orange flavored). But I really loved the psychedelic art.

Everything happened for me all at once in 68: Graduated from high school (at 16), got a car, got a good job that would last another 11 years in one form or another, left home and hooked up with the girl who would eventually become wife #1, got laid (lots), got high (really, really high!).

Great one, Joe!

Phil's right. The decade was split down the middle. In the first half I had a hard-ass beehive hair-do. Got to college in '65 and it became long, straight, free & liberating. (I'd say my hair pretty much sums up the difference. )

I think, though, we tend to see that decade in a retrospect of our own personal experiences...especially for those of us who were in the late teen/young adult years.

For me, it was phenomenal. Even the bad stuff - the war, the assassinations. It was high drama that woke the world up. Young people found a voice, a strong one. Women, too. We didn't even have to wear bras anymore. How liberating is that?

You could have sex, drink and smoke pot and it was OKAY! You could be a fan of peace and love rather than war; you could tell law enforcement and politicians that they didn't rule the world.

But that was only my take; the situation I was in produced that perspective. For someone fighting in Viet Nam, for someone in law enforcement, for those whose personality and focus are different, the decade takes on a whole 'nother feel. It was my first time away from home in a party environment; an egocentric environment that was all about us. I spent a semester abroad in Denmark during that time, too. It's not that I didn't take in the dark side of those years...but I had a hell of a lot of fun, too.

The second half of the '60's was super-charged, there's no denying that. But it was like one of those paintings where the subject's eyes follow you and no one else. The way you see it hinges on where - and who -you were.

PIA...

An innate genetic trait in my family of past and present generations is that all children nascent from the womb with a Bud in one hand and a joint in the other. That makes life a bit more interesting from the get-go.

For most of the family, having a Bud and Joint in hand usually continues until one flies out of the cuckoo's nest or "until death do us part" - whichever comes first.

I was luckier than most in my family...the nest was low to the ground when I flew out about 25 years ago - and I'm still alive. Unfortunately, I can't remember the getting laid part. Partaking in too much Bud-wiser and lush, exotic little buds can do that to ya.

Slobbering over Sandra Dee and Tuesday Weld was not allowed. You had to make a choice. Cute blond who was good; cute blond who wasn't.

Heh, heh: Have you read Sandra's memoir?

Cute blond who appeared to be good; cute blond who appeared to be not so good. By age 12, innocent little Sandra was probably getting more action that Tuesday at 21!

Exactly, Scout! Ponder's little tid bit about Sandra Dee is...well, what can I say. She was a yummy little creature to most guys I knew.