"For us, our house is not insentient matter—it has a heart, and a soul, and eyes to see us with; and approvals, and solicitudes, and deep sympathies; it is of us, and we are in its confidence, and live in its grace and in the peace of its benediction. We never come home from an absence that its face does not light up and speak out its eloquent welcome—and we can not enter it unmoved."
—Mark Twain, 1896
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Thursday, August 13, 2009

The year we lost our innocence

While New York danced through a field of Marijuana toking hippies, Los Angeles was dead-bolting its doors to mass hysteria. Woodstock spread peace and love, while Manson spread terror.

Forty years ago this month, the evil, bloody violence, and the macabre of what became known as The Manson Murders overshadowed and collapsed the last great decade of love and peace.
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