Making love. Not war.

Make love. Not war. Seems to me that was the credo of the 1960s. I like that. Although I didn’t quite understand the notion of love back then. I was too young. Too inexperienced. But now, 50 years later, I’m learning to live. As if I was back in the 1960s. Guess I’m a slow learner. Takes time for the notion of love to fully take hold. To permeate. But I’m making up for lost time. And I feel young again. Fully capable of making love. My kind of love. Not war. –Jim Broede