Wednesday, November 11, 2020

In college in the late 60s and when we got out and went to Vietnam or found alternative ways to serve we needed companions. Our parents weren’t in the way we needed. Most teachers weren’t. Music and magazines were big for us in that way. So was Kurt Vonnegut. Gallows Humor they called it. I saw him read once in Cleveland. I took my young oldest daughter. Here are reviews of Slaughterhouse Five from 1969:

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