Tom Brokaw remembers the sixties. About twenty minutes. It is hard for me to believe that the era he is talking about occurred forty some years ago. If you think of our lives as sand running through an hour glass, you should change that to sand being dumped out of a dump truck. To carry the metaphor a little further, I wish to stop the sand, or at least to slow it with my hands. Impossible, of course.
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