I turned 57 in April. And for those that think that's old, well...

In 1968 and 1969 I had a flat on the corner of Haight and Ashbury - My apartment was right above H.A.N.D., for those of you who are familiar with the time and place.

San Francisco during the "Summer of Love" - Have you ever been walking thru the park and had a stranger give you a handful of acid? And sex - we didn't have to wrap ourselves in an innertube just to get laid; the worst thing you could catch from sex could be cured with a penicillan shot!

Between 1968 and 1970 I went to the Fillmore every Thursday night (free poster night) and saw every band in the world at the time, except the Beatles and the Stones. There was no seating at the Fillmore West, you could walk right up to the stage if you wanted.

But I was on the crew that filmed the Stones at Altamont, so we got to meet all the performers as well as watch them perform.

Well the years are many and the years are long, but there's a lot more good ones ahead.

... and I have an absolutely gorgeous 27 y.o. wife, with a PhD and a C cup, who keeps me feeling young.