My spelling is terrible. I need to figure out how to fix the errors.
I'm listening to the radio and an English lady is talking about "our" generation-flower children, hippies and other such. She asks how we got here. Why did our generation change so much?
I lived through all this, but I could never identify with my peers. I was always watching.
Getting old is a pleasent surprise.
John says that as one ages, one becomes distilled. People become more who they are. It's interesting.
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