As I feared might happen when Eve first asked me what I remembered from the sixties, I'm starting to be bombarded by memories. Trouble is, I'm not quite sure what is true and what is half-truth informed by gossip of the day, and in any case, bits are missing. I can't go on writing without telling what I know of the Gerrard Street Village, but that story may only be of interest to a few. I'm thinking maybe I should re-activate my blog over at: www.myspace.com/crabtreemills and just ramble on for a while. That way I will only bore you to death if you choose to come find me.
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