I had lunch today with a 3 month old. The odder part is that this child is the son of the grandson of a man who taught me fishing and hunting after I returned from Vetnam! (as it was called back then).

This hunting was in Humboldt county. Beautiful country. Even with the loggers, doing their best to supply us with deck furniture.

Little boy’s grandmother was my wife’s (#1) boss. Way back then we headed east so I could teach the children of those who had favored the war. Who had feared those communist dominos.(that) I had been sent to advise and stabilize. And after all the pages, the apple pies. Freshmen into graduate advisors. Wife #2 and I returned to California.

And she hired the little tots mother. My lack of Name Skill (see above symbol tree) meant that her (wife #2’s employee) last name never registered — the ole grey cells they ain’t what they useta be. But the overlap of cities, and dates jogged her. Ahh yes synchronicity [url=]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Synchronicity[/url].
So, in twenty years what will it mean? Overlaps of generations. The woods we cleared will have more scrub trees. The patio furniture will have been mulched in landfills across america. And neither he nor you will ever know what the sixties were.

And none of us will know what they could have been… [quote]Hùm chết để da, người chết để tiếng.[/quote]