'67 Dreams

I once thought we would leave Brooklyn and travel across America in a chariot. An awesome, red, '67 Lincoln convertible,  with suicide doors. Radio blasting Jefferson Airplane. Hair blowing in the wind. Soaking up the sunshine. Breathing freedom. No watches, jobs or boss. Stopping at Howard Johnson's. Eating all 28 ice cream flavors, one stop at a time and fried clams by the bushel. We were San Francisco dreaming. '67 brought  responsibility, stability, Timex watch, Volkswagen, subways, overtime,  a baby, diapers, larger Brooklyn apartment and reality but...  1967  was a very good year.   a baby, diapers,larger Brooklyn apartmentand realitybut... 1967 was a verygood year.