2025 NaPM 27 April

[Mark A Becker]

Would love to hear the backstory. 

And what was it like living in 1966?

No BIG back story; I had to write a poem for an English class assigment. So I went out out to the side porch on a dreary day and just wrote what I saw. Funny that I still remember it clearly- a first poem is sorta like a first kiss, in that regard. I spent more time on that short poem than I spent on longer papers.

I was only 12 years old in 1966, so my main interest was baseball, and our rotten team in DC, the Washington Senators. I was blissfully unaware of anything outside of being 12, with girls starting to look more appealing. I was sorely disappointed when my older brother would not take me to see the Beatles that summer. My oldest brother has just gotten out of the military, just as more, and more soldiers were heading for some place called Viet Nam.

Pretty lame stuiff, really; being 12 was mostly looking forward to being 13.