A jamboree in ’67
“It started as pleasant summer afternoon. So pleasant in fact, that I came to the conclusion it that it was an axiom. The exceptional nature of the vintage of ’67 is equally certain.
For if we hadn’t been born in 67, who’d write these lines, cook in the kitchen, paint the pictures on the restaurant’s walls, fill the cellar with wine in our stead? Who says we’re not connected by invisible threads?