As I tapped out the word forward on the first line, I knew that I had begun a new journey in my life. I call it a journey as in journey of discovery as opposed to all the other things that it could be called because it a going to be a trip
In the old daze (*) the navigator would direct the road party pilot ever “forward” as opposed to anyone accepting as proper directions, the use of the word straight. (Straight meaning someone who was not a freak, as in the term long haired hippie freak Nowadays, the term has a totally new connotation, as we all know.
When I think of those times, I feel particularly lucky to have been born when I was and to have seen the fast times that technology inspired in the post 1950s world. Yes, lucky. Lucky to have survived amidst all the various changes in American culture to be able to relate the wandering recollections contained within these pages.
I’ve decided right from the beginning of this project that I would try to avoid offending anyone in particular while at the same time protect my own interests by not using most people’s real name. (I will call this practice, “Rule No. 1”) As a matter of fact, now is probably the best time to admit that characters may possibly be combined to throw off any individuals who might consider that I am referringto them in particular. I will though, as a matter of personal ethics, keep the first person narrative restricted to my own experiences as I can best recall them.