The bad blogger strikes again. My usual, though sporadic, updates and articles about education have taken a back seat to other projects. I continue to work towards developing a more in-depth focus on education, a topic I have had a long time association with, first as a child of educators, then as a student, then as an instructor at the college level before leaving the field in dismay at the downward trend in student achievement. It’s ironic that I became a teacher, write about education yet dropped out of high school.
BUT another topic, one dearer to my heart and one that has been in the works for the last few years, is just days away from its final completion and its dramatic emergence into the public realm. The subject is one I know all too well: ME!? Do I rate an exclamation point, or do I continue to question what I’m all about. These thoughts may best be left to readers as my memoir, Too High to Go to Woodstock: Reflections on my life and times, will be available very soon.
The title is an accurate portrayal of my unconventional life during the 1960s. I turned my back on the relative security of a more conventional upbringing to revel in the more atypical scene of hippies, sex, drugs and rock ‘n roll and my embracing of Timothy Leary’s mantra “Turn on, tune in and drop out”. A rollicking, and eye-opening look at an exciting era, Too High to Go to Woodstock also shares a darker side of the sex, drugs and rock ‘n roll lifestyle. An important element in my book is my ongoing struggle with depression.
Anticipation…updates to follow…