Moose woke me up at 7:15 to open the window. Apparently, he wanted to watch the sunrise. But at least now I understand: It really is always darkest just before the dawn. I then went back to bed for another two hours.
Click any of the below 17 images for a closer look. And count your blessings: Before going back to bed, I took 65 photos. Don’t miss the music at the end… even though it’s a long time coming.
I WAS ONE OF THE FEW PEOPLE LIVING IN 1969 WHO DID NOT GET TO WOODSTOCK.
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From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla and then Fuengirola, Spain. And now Córdoba.
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