tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159885928142195731.post2986602607548406912..comments2021-08-23T09:12:15.742-04:00Comments on The Po File: The Loss of DreamingMasterPohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07247333453805284751noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159885928142195731.post-44337807014923107932011-09-28T10:39:06.192-04:002011-09-28T10:39:06.192-04:00MasterPo is much too young to be remembering the &...MasterPo is much too young to be remembering the 'good old days!'<br />I read your post and found myself smiling, because I heard a version of it back when I graduated high school in 1967. Personally, I headed off to college, but many of my friends went to San Francisco instead. Our elders lamented that we were a bunch of lazy potheads who only stirred when out protesting Vietnam. Dang! Our elders sounded a lot like YOU! And they could not have been more wrong. Hang in there, Po--this, too, shall pass.Grace.https://www.blogger.com/profile/03557395027685855901noreply@blogger.com