I grew up hearing and overdosing from the mythical stories of the 60's. My parents met in '69. My Dad lived in the Lower Haight and was an activist attending SFSU; my Mom was at UCB and a Community Organizer in Visitacion Valley.
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When we think about the 60s, we might conjure up a decade when chain-smoking and two-martini lunches were still in vogue. Or, on the other end of the ...
While still forming eyes and ears at the age of nine, Elvis wriggled his hips across the world stage. At that moment I knew that my future laid in my jiggle.
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