She was 18 and beautiful
It was 73-74. I was nuts about a younger girl. She was 18 and beautiful. I was 26 and stupid. We would drive to the desert, get high, watch the sunset and moonrise, and make love. I knew it was not going to last. She had her friends, I had mine. It didn’t last. Peaceful Easy Feeling was and is the soundtrack to that memory. Postscript: I’m 64 now and have been married 36 years (someone else) and that 18 year old is now fifty something and has been married for years. We are still best friends and I still get that Peaceful Easy Feeling when I’m near her. -Scamp
