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Ramblings...
I spent my entire adolescence in the 1970s. It was a time when chemicals and even drugs were not thought of a whole lot, unless you were an addict needing a fix but even that wasn’t hard to remedy. Illegal drugs only received a slight rising of the eyebrows from the older, wiser generation. Things like nicotine, alcohol, caffeine, . . . were dismissed as harmless. A pregnant woman smoking a Marlboro while sipping on a cup of coffee was not an uncommon sight.
This would explain the little bout of insomnia I experience when I was around nine or ten. I used to love to watch T.V. and suck down saccharine sweetened Lipton before going to bed.
I recall one night that I never managed to sleep at all and I was so proud of being able to finish off the entire pot of tea, “Mom! Can you believe I drank the whole jug of tea?”
“That’s nice sweet heart,” she said.
I spent the rest of the night tossing, turning, and peeing, wondering why sleep would not visit my bulging eyes.
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"How beautiful are the retired flowers! how would they lose their beauty were they to throng into the highway crying out, "admire me I am a violet! dote upon me I am a primrose!"
--John Keats
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