Sixties & Seventies

There is something about the 60s and the 70s that speaks to me. The clothing, the attitude, the complete disregard for bras, and the freedom not to shave under your arms. Add to that the sexual revolution, free love, and experimentation; it was a sexual renaissance.

I just wrote a love letter to 1969 in my most recent story, BY THE TIME WE GOT TO WOODSTOCK. It's the story of two college students en route to Woodstock, New York, to see the infamous concert. I've done my research, and I don't think you'll find another story depicting that era with such detail (including the discarding of bras).
 
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