I walked into the Lindenhurst Mc Donald’s last
evening, when I noticed Mc Garrity, a neighbor and Viet Nam veteran. He came
over and said hello.
He reminisced a lot.
“Ed,” he said. “The world went to Hell when J.F.K. died.”
“This week in ’69 were the Manson killings, when Satan was defiant,
and Woodstock, when he was subtle. My friends and I were in Southeast Asia
and Fort Hood then.”
“People stood on this very spot back then and got an entire meal for a
dollar. Perfect music and fashion were everywhere. Was it really worth it