THE MAN NEXT DOOR

In those days it was easy to join the revolution. You could sign up on any street corner where you could also find like-minded children with similar weird hair and clothes. I had been in the streets a lot that year marching for this and shouting slogans against that. The future would sort itself out as simple as breathing. In 1966 when I was fifteen years old I saw Leonard Cohen sing The Stranger Song on Canadian television. Not long afterwards I took the subway downtown and bought a book of his poetry. Magic was afoot.