1962
The Year Of ... Well, We Will Have To See!
The clock struck twelve midnight, the ball dropped in New York, streamers and confetti were flying, noisemakers were blaring, the band played Auld Lang Syne, and glasses of champagne clinked in a toast. It was now 1962. I should have been happy, but I was not. No... At that moment, I was pissed and becoming more pissed by the second. Instead of kissing my wife, I was standing against the wall with a scotch in my hand, wat...