On Vietnam Moratorium Day in 1969, UCLA professor Warren H. Schmidt sat down to do his morning writing. What flowed onto the paper was a parable he called "Is It Always Right to Be Right?" In it, he examined the divisiveness that was tearing our country apart in the sixties.
Seventeen-year-old Robert Cenedella walked into his first class at the Art Students League of New York with a small-sized art pad. Scanning the room, Bob realized he was the youngest student in the classroom.
I'm a boomer and I've never understood the allure of tattoos. Back in the 1960s and early 1970s, tattoos were generally worn by the shorter-haired folks we called greasers, sworn enemies of the freaks and pseudo freaks.
Poetry is the voice of the soul and can unleash your subconscious mind. One of the many beautiful aspects of poetry is that it has the ability to tap into your subconscious mind. It also gives you an opportunity to loosen up and allow yourself the freedom to express yourself.
While we may be booming as a city with tens of construction cranes dotting the downtown skyline, it is the thousands of tents of the homeless on the sidewalks and freeway overpasses that have me concerned.
As I witness Sanders become the gatekeeper of progressivism, while in the interests of his own campaign allowing a generation of twitter-educated kids to swallow a sound-bite generated portrait of Hillary, I am amazed at all that has gotten eclipsed by the terms of the current debate.
Like a lot of progressive-minded folks, I'd grown more aware in recent years of Sen. Bernie Sanders, and his cast-out-the-money-changers rants against income inequality, corporate greed, and billionaire influence in American politics.
The holiday season is upon us, and that means our calendars are filling up with festive gatherings, galas, and get-togethers. Looking for a way to add some classic charm and standout style to your party ensembles?
Lights and darks. Highs and lows. Cheers and tears. Always, excitement. Despite the roller-coaster extremes of what was going on, those of us who partied hard in that decade will always remember it as the best of times. And the worst of times.