Golden Oldies and Webbed Visions (a 30:30 report)
Once, I had a very clear dream of flying. I think it was only the once, maybe I’ve forgotten others though surely none had the resonance with the one I now barely visualize, but clearly know it was moving and energetic the morning I awoke to it. How old was I that day? Where was…
Saucer, Krasner, and Mrs. Maisel
I have one distinct memory of the 1950’s. I was walking on my street – High Street in Wareham, Massachusetts – knocking on doors of houses and encouraging anyone who answered my knock to vote for Dwight Eisenhower for re-election to the Presidency. This would have made it sometime in the fall of 1955, and…