| In the mid 1960s I was reading Ralph
                Waldo Emerson, Allen Ginsberg, Sacred Books of
                the East, and attempting to read The Prophet by
                Kahil Gibran but the illustrations seemed much
                more interesting. I was listening to The Fugs,
                Peter Paul and Mary, Donovan, Bob Dylan, The
                Rolling Stones, Grateful Dead, Jefferson
                Airplane, Hendrix, The Doors, The Cream etc.
                There were also the Cold War, Vietnam War, human
                rights movements, sexual liberation taking place
                and an antiwar movement that I was involved in. I
                took a stand on important issues and was called a
                hippie. Thus I joined the 2% of young Americans
                between the ages of 15 and 25 that formed the
                1960s Hippie Movement.  In 1970s, at about the time
                when the Vietnam War was over a gay liberation
                movement swept across major American cities and
                the world. It was a time for celebration because
                the war was over, many folks got their rights and
                our goals were reached. There were many house
                parties and celebrations, for example where I
                lived in Chicago and across the country. But by
                the 1980s things slowed down and changed a lot.
                Many baby-boomers felt burned out and the economy
                also burning out. And then, I became unemployed.
                So, I decided to join my Mom on the Old
                Continent, who relocated there earlier instead of
                moving to Arizona or to Florida as other American
                retirees did. I never planned to stay there for
                long, but one thing led to another, and I got
                sucked in by the spirit of another brewing
                revolution in Poland. I suppose, in a
                subconscious way, that spirit may have lured me
                there so I could witness another major revolution
                - the Solidarity Movement; the fall of the Berlin
                Wall; the end to the Soviet Union, and the Iron
                Curtain. Yes, I believe it was that spirit of
                change that I tasted back home in Chicago, a town
                that had a long history of revolt dating back the
                Haymarket
                Square,
                the 1937
                Memorial Day Steel Mill Riots, and the demonstrations
                during 1968
                Democratic National Convention that gave rise to the Yippies. It drove me back to the
                Old World, to Amsterdam and to Poland. All of
                that in an inexplicable supernatural way...  
                I believe we're
                always on a frontier of a better world. And that
                dynamic process of changing the world in our
                times began with the French Revolution, and later
                with the 1960s freedom movements in America. So
                lets move on in that spirit of peace, love and
                freedom, and make this a better place to live for
                all by updating our worldviews in a gentile and
                peaceful way from time to time, when necessary.  
                 
                Below are some
                photos from 1960-80s. More albums are in the
                photo galleries on top of this page. But please
                move on to the next pages where you'll find more
                stuff.  
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