I miss the 60s.

In more ways than one.

One, I was born after the 60s ended.

This is one of my deepest regrets.

And I don't know how it happened.

After all, I am an ideal flower power candidate. I would have done extreme environmentalism, free-love and hippiedom to a tee.

I was born too late. Yet when I see John Lennon and Yoko Ono on that bed, when I see the pacifist protests against Nam, and the Beatles crossing that road, I am full of nostalgia. For some reason that feeling is stronger than nostalgia for anything I actually experienced.

I have never got over the 60s I never saw.

Abba rings my bell. I love those ridiculous flowered bell-bottoms. Tying myself to a tree with chains to prevent a woodcutter mowing it down is right up my street.

Here I am, filled with longing, and hoping, maybe sometime in my lifetime, I will be part of a big revolution, just like my hankering for those 60s.

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