THINKING BACK ON THE YEAR 1969, ALL THAT COMES TO MIND FOR me is a swamp -- a deep, sticky bog that feels as if it's going to suck my shoe off each time I take a step. I walk through the mud, exhausted. In front of me, behind me, I can see nothing but an endless swampy darkness.

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