Friends of the Sixties
I often wonder about my interest in seeking out wise older men to learn from. Perhaps it is because, although I had both grandmothers, I never had a grandfather, on either side. How I would know what I was missing, I have no idea. But perhaps there is something in there that goes way back in the human race that wants to have a grandfather, someone separate from one’s father with perhaps more life wisdom, some kindness, and hopefully a little time on their hands, enough for a grandkid or two.

