Letters to the Editor
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In High School 1969-1973
I was a teenager and twenty-something during some pretty intense years. From Woodstock to Manson to Altamont to Kent State... SDS, SLA, Panthers, Leary, Alcatraz, Attica.. oy.
Anyhoo.. I tried to read Castaneda and was bored nearly to tears. There were a few friends I couldn't admit this to because it would have been uncool, man. But to most other friends.. we just cracked up. We were like "Um, ok. Eat some shrooms and you will see some old Mexican guy do a backflip or something. Whatever. Let's go over to my house and listen to some Led Zep."
I also tried valiantly to get into Hermann Hesse and Kahlil Gibran because it was supposed to make me into a senstive, open-minded, spiritual- yet-knowing intellectual. In the end, it turned out the people who turned me on to these "spiritual" writers were just trying to get into my pants.
Thank God Monty Python made it to America in 1974.

