Everything has a story, but the story isn’t always exactly what it’s about.

I knew about the Village,
but I wasn’t there.
I was in Boston and Cambridge,
but I wasn’t part of the scene.
I was a witness,
a guy who came into the coffee
house,
who came for the coffee
and for the music
and for the atmosphere --
to witness, and to witness
and not to begin anything,
to stay out of the way -
there - out of the way.
so something, the something,
could happen.

...and did it happen, Peter?

Yes, Joe, it was called the 60s.

amo et avanti,

Peter