Remembering my Father, Harry, 1934-1967

I was born at the end of the so-called “summer of love” on September 6, 1967, in the seemingly idyllic rural town of Great Bend, Kansas.  In actuality, there was probably next to no “summer of love” in west-central Kansas, as there were would have been next to no counter-cultural elements present to promoted such a well-themed summer.  If they had existed, the local farmers would probabl... More
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