That was one of my first memories. That summer. My brother was in Vietnam and Detroit was being sacked by mobs of marauding negroes. Then came the Detroit - St. Louis World Series, Apollo 11. It was a crazy stretch. I was living on a commune in Goose Lake that year turning on, tuning in and dropping out. I got caught up in the Timothy Leary Psychedelic thing. The whole acid scene turned out to be a drag, especially since I was only like 4.