Sixties Movement

These turbulent years faded away without bringing about anything that was in the heart of the sincere. We write these articles to those who were also disillusioned and hurt by the unfulfilled promise.

Freedom!

On the front of the massive unfinished stage sat a tall, thin black man on the edge of his stool, hands busily working to replace a broken guitar string. “A hundred million songs gonna be sung tonight. All of them are gonna to be singing about the same thing, which I hope everybody who came, came to hear.

Love Letters from the Community (to the Deadheads)

Dear Grateful Dead Heads,

Who will take care of you, dear?

The old woman lay on her bed, staring blankly through clouded blue eyes at the large flakes of falling snow. She waited passively for the familiar sound of the clanging metal dinner cart to come down the hall. It was difficult to work up an appetite for the tasteless, pasty potatoes and cherry flavored Jello they would no doubt wheel into her room.