Athens, Georgia. 1966. Three years before Woodstock. There I was, a na ve Jewish kid from Miami Beach plunked down as a freshman at the University of Georgia-where at 19, I fell in love with and married a slightly unbalanced gentile girl whom I met at the hippie table in Creswell Cafeteria. We were the perfect match; the rocks in my head fit the holes in hers. Eschewing any sort of life plan, we spent the next 50 years dealing with whatever the universe...