Monday, October 29, 2007
He had an appointment to Annapolis, but was against Viet Nam; he had a potential job with the CIA but a love for all things German; he had plans for a year in Europe but no money to finance it: these were just a few of the conflicting dreams of my Dreamboat when I met him in 1969. He was an adventurer and a scholar with no responsibilities; an activist, who listened to Bob Dylan, and, of course, he didn't trust anyone over thirty. (He personally had no plans of ever being thirty himself.)
We had a Halloween Party the other night, and everyone came as one of their heroes. This is what Dee wore:
On the other side of his placard, he had this cartoon.
One of the great things about getting older is that you don't lose all the other ages you've been. It has been quite a trippy experience!
I wish I'd thought to wear this costume. Dee's always been my hero.