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…
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…
