Hippies, Yuppies and Re-Uppies
Dinner last night with good friends Sam and Carrie, and over dessert (split four ways) the boys of our generation performed their “first date” ritual, pulling out old driver’s licenses showing us, to great amusement, photos of themselves from decades long past, sporting long hair and full beards. I’d say that a good percentage of the time, if we meet another couple our age with whom we feel instant rapport, they were in some university back in the sixties or seventies, either championing the “revolution”, or dodging tear gas on the way to buy the latest Beatle’s album.