When you graduate and go to college you are convinced the whole universe was created to give you this time of cool pre adult freedom, you have a car (one of your parents cast offs), you have a few dollars in your pocket from your own work and from your parents kindness, you have old and new friends and the world is your cookie, and you are cool, very cool.
Summer of 68, Fall of 69, good times.
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