I'm slightly younger than you, but weren't we surprised that we lived as long as we did! I guess we never thought anything would stop, including the march of time.
Love this. I knew and dated guys a little like you in the ‘60s, on the West Coast—the City (aka San Francisco) and LA. The Blue Onion, the Troubadour and jazz dives around town. We had lots of fun, little responsibility. I’m happy to have grown up and happy you have too. But, wow, what great memories.
Great read. Never a city girl but I totally get it. I’m 71. Did the whole back to the earth. One thing that made me smile. On my first of 4 trips across country on land we picked up hitchers in Colorado and stayed at their place that night. They were totally into Werner Erhard and EST. Crazy man. Great memory. Thanks!
You just took me on a fantastical ride down memory lane. I can relate to some, but not all as I was an introverted, little hippie girl, who moved into a tiny, yellow house with no windows, except for one room, the blue room, where we hung out smoking pot, listening to New Riders of the purple Sage, or other choice records. I had a crush on my friend’s contemplative, soulful brother who lived there too. He fell in love with my sister, sigh.. That’s the way it goes sometimes. I can relate to much of your reflection on youth vs aging, and how we understand life in all it’s complexities in a much fuller way as we grow older. Thank you, for letting me glimpse life in the big city where poetry is read or music is played in small venues, where walking down the street can take us to so many different places. Far out, man ✌️☮️
Lucian, thanks for the splendid piece...at once so personal and general, evocative of both a time and a process (aging/maturing).
My recent investment in a subscription to your newsletter has already been rewarded in full! You are obviously on a roll. Please keep up the great work.
Gadzooks, what a ride! My sister, 2 years younger than me, and I comment incredulously, ‘how did we get to be so old’ and then laugh! Neither of see ourselves as old, not like our parent’s generation, after all, we grew up on rock and roll 😆
I'm slightly younger than you, but weren't we surprised that we lived as long as we did! I guess we never thought anything would stop, including the march of time.
Love this. I knew and dated guys a little like you in the ‘60s, on the West Coast—the City (aka San Francisco) and LA. The Blue Onion, the Troubadour and jazz dives around town. We had lots of fun, little responsibility. I’m happy to have grown up and happy you have too. But, wow, what great memories.
We who weren't there with you at that time could read New Yorker, see who was playing in town and make sure we took Pauline Kael's cinema advice.
Glad you survived it!
Truly amazing newsletter. Always waiting for the next installment.
Well, stay tuned.
God bless Type A personalities...I don’t guess anything would get done without them.
Great read. Never a city girl but I totally get it. I’m 71. Did the whole back to the earth. One thing that made me smile. On my first of 4 trips across country on land we picked up hitchers in Colorado and stayed at their place that night. They were totally into Werner Erhard and EST. Crazy man. Great memory. Thanks!
Brilliant!!
You are biased because I'm marrying you.
I know what I know.
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Oh, yeah…I remember…furthur…
Absolutely.
You just took me on a fantastical ride down memory lane. I can relate to some, but not all as I was an introverted, little hippie girl, who moved into a tiny, yellow house with no windows, except for one room, the blue room, where we hung out smoking pot, listening to New Riders of the purple Sage, or other choice records. I had a crush on my friend’s contemplative, soulful brother who lived there too. He fell in love with my sister, sigh.. That’s the way it goes sometimes. I can relate to much of your reflection on youth vs aging, and how we understand life in all it’s complexities in a much fuller way as we grow older. Thank you, for letting me glimpse life in the big city where poetry is read or music is played in small venues, where walking down the street can take us to so many different places. Far out, man ✌️☮️
I love your writings Lucian..
Lucian, thanks for the splendid piece...at once so personal and general, evocative of both a time and a process (aging/maturing).
My recent investment in a subscription to your newsletter has already been rewarded in full! You are obviously on a roll. Please keep up the great work.
Thanks, Jim. More to come.
Gadzooks, what a ride! My sister, 2 years younger than me, and I comment incredulously, ‘how did we get to be so old’ and then laugh! Neither of see ourselves as old, not like our parent’s generation, after all, we grew up on rock and roll 😆
Thank you.....
I know that feeling so well.