by John Mattingly
I broke into adolescence in the middle 1960s, a time that became reknowned for free love. The concept of love being “free” capitulated to certain fiscal rigors by the 1980s, but there was a time when (call Ripley) a typical conversation between a young man and young woman went something like this …
“Hey, what’s happenin?”
“I’m like, freaking out over this tree. I mean, check out the way the branches go out, one after the other.”