Oh, the 1960's, all those years ago, feels like a Saturday, in my nostalgic journey, the Cowsills' song, "Flower Girl," their purity of song, of smiles. Another dream streams of childhood running in a field with so many daisies and lavender, as wild rabbits sprinted in the timothy. So much, also, of turbulence and change, the Vietnam War stole so many of our soldiers from their teenaged American lives, their sisters, our dedicated nurse soldiers - could not stop the bleeding of bodies, of splintered psyches. Violent demonstrations in our country of anti-war and civil rights voices of the same nation of the cheery Disneyland Park and the Mickey Mouse Club. Feels like a Saturday, my four siblings and I, we spent so many Saturdays in the oblivious freedom kids enjoy, riding shiny Schwinn bikes, as the latest Beatles hit song on the neighbor's transistor radio carried to our delighted ears. We loved the Ed Sullivan show, the zany Monkees band, Adam West and Burt Ward starring in the campy, "Batman," show. "Flower Power," JFK, RFK, the Kennedy dynasty, Martin Luther King, they've been sleeping in the solace of the ages. My siblings, I hope you can hear and see my thoughts of our long ago. Do you recall July 20, 1969, as we were transfixed watching the Apollo 11 moon landing, our assassinated charismatic President's hope of our astronauts walking on the virgin celestial body, fulfilled. Our tender ages have given way to gray, we haven't been under the same roof in decades. Yet, it feels like a Saturday, despite America becoming angry again. ~