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I felt like Doctor Samuel Beckett, because the time machine kept trying to send me back to events in my own lifetime. I have decided to reject
To rat out some of your friends during the McCarthy era
I was about three during the McCarthy trials, and not only did I already know ratting people out to the government was wrong, (The trial on tv is perhaps my earliest non-family related memory) I would have had to pick Crusader Rabbit, Captain Kangaroo or perhaps John Gnagy. So, just no.
To party with Jimi Hendrix
In spite of the fact that I use Crash Landing for an icon, this just isn't my scene. Drugs and Vomit are two things that just don't appeal to me.
To go to Woodstock
Some of you know why I was not at Woodstock .... Woodstock began on Friday, August 15, 1969. This was my 17th birthday. By the time I got through birthday things I could not escape with my family, I only got to be part of the traffic jam. Robin Williamson, my reason for wanting to go, had already performed while we were turning cars around and going home. (He later told me his memories of being airlifted in, which I treasure instead)
To Drink with Hemingway
I don't really drink, and I don't Hemmingway, either- *cough* hack.
To see the original Star Wars on opening night
we went the second day, actually. I've never been impressed.
To tell Napoleon that Russia is cold
Napoleon and I share a birthday, but alas - I don't speak any French....