The other day I was at a meeting and realized that several of the people with whom I was speaking didn’t get my allusion to the fact the Beatles were associated with the late Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, or, for that matter even what Transcendental Meditation was.
I had one of those increasingly frequent moments when I realize I’m getting old…
My personal history is now becoming wrapped up not with current events but with history.
And I’m aware of an occasional wave of nostalgia for those good old days that almost certainly in fact never happened.
Our human memory being such a trickster.
Now I see that Hair opened on Broadway on this day in 1968.
And I find myself thinking of days of yore, and dreams of possibility and hope at the beginning of my adult life…
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