I was all of 13 when I discovered Joan Baez and Greenwich Village. I had forgotten those "forbidden" hours spent hoping to spot Bob Dylan. Dad would have had a fit. We did actually follow him down the street once from an adoring distance.
On the outside looking in. Adolescence is a bitch.
By the time I was in college, it was a perfect cheap date - hot mulled cider and pitchers of beer with poetry readings and music. But I was still on the outside looking in.
SINS