Now, Then

I’m fifty years ago, at a party, drinking a martini and smoking a cigarette.  I’m wearing my suit and tie and idly listening to little pieces of three different conversations.  Wasn’t West Side Story a wonderful movie?  How about the new president and his promise to have a man on the moon by decade’s end?  Is there going to be…

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