My mother became pregnant during Woodstock (big surprise, right?). Then I arrived. I guess I got a bit of free-spirit blood left over from the VW van wandering days. Those days of sharing smiling hugs, those days of “make love, not war,” when the music represented the free voice of the people. I think that was the right idea. Those were the days. Case in point: I’m here, baby 🙂 Maybe I should write a book entitled “How to be a modern day, short-haired hippy while riding on a smiling rainbow.” Yepper, how ’bout a hug, brothers and sisters of love. Fly free. Make love. Peace 🙂 Don’t you think you’ve had enough stress? Relax, and take a load off.