Everything happened at once in the 60s

(man-on-man sex, riffed on in street language, so not suitable for kids or the sexually modest) I have tons of news, much of it truly wonderful, some of it just eccentric bits of stuff I’ve come across, but all postponed after an exhausting day yesterday that turned, for me, on six exhausting hours of one thing after another going terribly wrong. Still organizing my thoughts about it all — so now for something completely different, inspired by my playing the 60s-generation music channel on my Xfinity tv. Which got me to thinking about the 60s, which was exactly my 20s, and I seem to have stumbled through a whole multi-ring circus of lives (here an acrobat on a trapeze, there a sword-swallower, over there some clowns) in those ten years. Everything happened at once. More or less in order, insofar as that’s possible (but starting in 1958): — worked as a copy boy and then as a newspaper reporter for the Reading Eagle in Reading PA — got an AB in mathematics (liberally flavored with…