I’ll be off galavanting all day today, gentle readers. For on this day, back during the Summer of Love, I was born.

Perhaps I’ve lost some of the idealism I harbored back then, when to my infant consciousness it seemed that the Man was on the run and Sgt. Pepper could save the world. I remember burbling something about how everything was going to be all right, that Hubert Humphrey would safeguard the present until the future was ready, and that a new day, a new Age, was coming.

Now that we’re here in the Noontime of the Age of Aquarius, I can see that it all didn’t go quite as I expected. But at least I can eat solid food now. That’s not exactly the equivalent of universal peace and love, but it makes ordering in restaurants a lot easier.