by Philip A. Farruggio
Featured Writer
Dandelion Salad
March 4, 2011
In George Lucas’s American Graffiti, the film opens with a Friday night in some Southern California town, circa 1962. Like with any Friday night anywhere at that time, we see teens and twenty somethings driving up and down the main avenues. It was a time to party, listen to rock and roll and forget about any future. The future didn’t exist… until tomorrow. In the mid to late 60s, in Brooklyn, NY, we too had those Friday nights in spring and summer. If you were a young man still in high school or going to college, Vietnam did not really matter.