Are you listening?
It started out innocently enough in a time when it was mandatory for a woman’s legs to be strapped in stirrups and men still paced waiting rooms with a pocket full of cigars. It was 1968, the year Lyndon B. Johnson escalated the Vietnam War only to be replaced by “Tricky Dick”. Martin Luther King Jr. gave his famous “Mountaintop” speech only to be assassinated later at the Lorrain Motel in Memphis, gas was $0.34 a gallon and Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da off the newly released the Beatles’ White Album played on car stereos across the country. It was a year of love and hate: a year of peace and war; it was the year I was born.
<to be continued>
* As part of this Blog Challenge I had to complete the first paragraph to the story of my life. This was the result of that effort