When I was a senior in high school in 1996, we took a mandatory class that mimicked a college class - seniors all met two or three times per week in the auditorium, and then met in smaller sections another couple of times per week.
Anyway, we were assigned topics on which we were to write our final paper. Passing the class was mandatory for graduation, so it was a big deal. My assigned topic was the "Summer of Love" - San Francisco in 1967.
It seemed so fucking long ago.
Because, it was so fucking long ago.
29 years.
Just like 1995 is to now.
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