It just got me all misty eyed.
At a Christmas party last night I heard a recording of Neil Young's Sugar Mountain. I started to cry a little bit because I was suddenly awash in warm nostalgia. Early seventies. Living in East Greenwich, Rhode Island. I was a longhair. Smoking pot and hanging out at every hippie scene. We listened to "No soap radio" at WBRU out of Brown University on Providence's east side. Look, I'm a 64 year old grandfather. Is it normal for me to still hark back to those freewheeling days and get all teary-eyed? My wife, a former Joan Baez type hippie girl herself tells me that I'm being very silly. Can anybody relate? Anybody live in East G. during the early seventies?