You know, my friends, that sometimes I make a connection between that strange and beautiful time, and all of you in this strange and beautiful place. And it's a bit like we all knew each other as starry-eyed, or righteously angry, or tragically cynical kids in that long-ago time. As if we had sat together in honest discouse; the marchers, the soldiers, the weekend hippies, and the young republicans. And it is as if we spread far and wide in pursuit of our grown-up lives, and struggled, and were loved, and created, and lost, and found enlightenment, and were made bitter, and flew, stumbled, or dreamed our way into this surprising place. It seems that I have had these discussions, bared these feelings, lost my temper, wept, with all of you before as I am doing now. And I do not mean that you remind me of people that I knew in that time, but that my overwhelming impression is that you are in fact those people.

And I'll tell you the truth- I missed you all badly. And I am glad to have found you again.

LEJ