Tony Bennett sings the classic love song, paired here with images from the first trip to the surface of the Moon and back - fifty years ago. I watched it on TV as a youth - and now I am an old man, remembering the summer of 1969, its sights and sounds, its tastes and smells, all the textures of my life back then, when anything was possible: so near in memory, though gone irretrievably now.
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1969 - the summer of love. "Where have all the hippies gone, long time passing..."
A great post, Russ.
Appreciate ya, fellas.
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