.07) Questions, Looking Back Comments

Max, I suspect it had something to do with testerone and youthful bravado. But thank God for it! Your poems are so interesting and readable and they flow. Your memories bring back my memories. The outside light being switched on reminds me of Saturday night 'dates' when my father would interrupt enthusiastic sexual fumblings in the front seat and instigate a hasty and embarrassed goodbye. I particularly love the rather rueful last three lines. love, Allie

Madras shirts and white Levis - geeze, what a flashback to the good ole' days! I guess the guys dressed the same no matter where you grew up in the 60's. Thanks for the trip back in time - those were the days. Linda

beautiful ending to a beautiful poem...I'm at a loss for words..sorry

This is certainly an excursion down Memory Lane. I love the poem itself, the way you wrote it, it flows so nicely. I also found it quite fascinating to have a window into your life all those many years ago...I was in an English boarding school run by blue-stockinged nuns when you were out in the real world exploring - my life rather tame by comparison. My night life consisted of making a tent in my bed and reading books after lights out, and having the occasional midnight feast! I do think this is a really good poem.

Max, of course this poem was written more for yourself than for others. It's part of our sanity maintenance mechanism. Even better when, as this one does, it strikes something in me, it keeps me interested, not mildly, there is substance, life in them there lines....... H