Fifty-nine years ago today, Jack Kennedy was assassinated. It seems impossible that it was so long ago. I can still return to Angola and walk toward math class in the world of my memory and find that, despite the intervening years, it seems fresh, clear, and painful.

That day began the chaotic, painful, confusing, terrible decade of the 1960s in my emotional / philosophical worldview. Before that day, it was the world of American Graffiti; after that day it was the world of helicopter gunships, riots, death, destruction, and drugs. Graffiti 2, I guess.

But this is about el Camino!

Yesterday was productive. I’ve finally understood August 26th and written a vlog script to go with some photos and several videos from that really messed up day. The plan was to do a first cut at the video today, but Sam’s gig intervened once again and consumed 4 or 5 hours. Perhaps this afternoon.