Maybe I am crazy, as so many of the reviews of my book on
indicate. Or maybe it's more plausible to think that I'm the
only sane one around here! Let me take you back to that
wonderful time known as the 1960s, dear reader, better known as
"my childhood." We didn't have computers tearing apart the
family unit, and look how much better we had it back then; there
was no war, far fewer murders, less violence, no depression, and
the average dinner certainly had better cuts of meat. The
technocrati would have you believe that life is much easier now,
but I beg to differ. You can't even let your kids out of the
house these days, and when you do, most of the time they come
back with their minds full of crazy ideas about i-mails, e-pods;
i.e., the many heads on the Hydra known as "progress" and
"convenience."  The last time Dylan's friend Robert came over,
he was wearing a pair of earphones and a digital music playing
unit, and when I asked him why, he said that he "Wanted to
listen to music during the walk over." Is