Monday, June 23, 2008
The Summer of 69'
I wish I could say that I was born at Woodstock - but I can't.
I can't even claim that it was the day when man first walked on the moon.
It was just an ordinary day in the summer of 69'.
Since that day, my life has been a series of ordinary events.
Now, as I approach forty, I realize that the extrordinary is found within the ordinary.