I managed to get through the day without having a hissy fit over our dysfunctional country. I fought the good fight for equal rights and civil rights. I was there for antiwar marches. And count me in for the ERA. And against Tricky Dicky. I was on the front lines of bra burning and marched around with an “Our Bodies Our Selves” sign. I was all in for Make Love Not War. What Happened???
The Blog is approaching it’s 11th birthday. Think I would like to convert it to a dead tree book. Can not figure out how to do that. Yet.