The late 60’s was a high point, in many ways, here is the outcome. An outpouring of pent up emotion, the opening of hearts and minds. The West bore its soul and how beautiful it was. I think best expressed in the form of music.
“I see myself as a huge fiery comet, a shooting star. Everyone stops, points up and gasps “Oh look at that!” Then whoosh, and I’m gone … and they’ll never see anything like it ever again — and they won’t be able to forget me, ever.” James Douglas Morrison: December 08, 1943 — July 03, 1971