... Harry, Mad Men and Halibut.
The headline on the second these makes mention of why we love 1960. I turned 19 that year, but don't recall ever having had any special attachment to it. But I do have a special attachment to these lines by Allen Ginsberg:
Not weep? Not weep for 1960?
I'd as lief been born abroad
a cripple Greek
as one not weep for 1960 but
this lone
scribble in the margin of my days.
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