I was an eleven-year-old living on a sailboat in 1969, a year of precarious calm sandwiched between Miami, Florida, race riots in 1968 and 1970. Simon and Garfunkel’s Mrs. Robinson blasted from everybody’s radio but ours because Dad listened to PBS’s moldy opera. Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid and Hello Dolly showed at the movies. Nixon entered office. Armstrong […]