My July, spent mired in something big that didn’t work out. August was spent recouping, recovering and re-straightening my viewpoint. August and September were marvelous from the viewpoint of business, meeting some interesting people, some time travel …
This memory came back for a visit: remnant of ‘near the end of summer’ Sunday evening from 50 years ago. You might ask, how can you remember something that far back? I don’t remember specific items from specific days, but seriously – who doesn’t remember the summer when they were 16, becoming 17?
This memory of that summer Sunday evening, it was August 1968 – I went with friends to see a new Peter Sellers movie: The Party. The Party, for those who know it, is unforgettable and incredibly funny.
