Watching the 60’s Go By…

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“If Jackson Pollock had left a suicide note, Watching the Sixties Go By on Greenwich Village Time would have been it.”H.H. Madsen

Watching the Sixties Go By On Greenwich Village Time

A Bartender’s Tale As Noticed by Sam Edwards

Watching the Sixties Go By... is a bit like Kerouac but really it’s more like Whitman and distantly like Pablo Neruda. Sam Edwards is the trail guide taking us through the unpredictable crevasses and firestorms of the sixties and seventies. It’s Sam’s blowtorch for freedom.” —Tom McKeown

“Sam, you’ve earned a place in the front seat for the gonzo drive to Las Vegas.” —Dr. Thompson’s Spirit

“Sam, you made me remember a time I never knew.” —Stephen Watson

“The plea to speak out in 2007 is the message spoken on every page by the heroes of this psuedo epic.” —D. Melmoth

Watching the Sixties Go By on Greenwich Village Time is the witness, and confession, of a citizen of the American 1960s, who, over and over again, failed to take the actions the times required. This narrative includes a photo gallery, music of the era and recorded voices of the heavy hitters (Martin, Bobby, Malcolm, Che, JFK) on the accompanying audio book, bound together in the slang of the streets and even occasional rhymes.Watching the Sixties Go By is above all a testimony to those who stood up to the social pressures that the author succumbed to.

What else could you expect from, as they used to say, the product of bad blood? Sam’s great, great, great grandfather, before his election as the ninth president of the United States, vowed to annihilate the great Iroquois Chief, Tecumseh, and his democratic confederation of tribes, “even into babes in arms.” He kept his promise.

Sam’s uncle, as security chief of the CIA, was engaged in domestic spying decades before it was fashionable. To top things off, he administered the CIA sponsored attempt by the Mafia to assassinate Fidel Castro with poisoned cigars.

Sam himself has several times tested the constitutional integrity of the republic by his consistent lack of foresight. While in the army, his arrest for grand larceny—not grand ideas—called up the heroic actions of the military lawyers who had previously defended the Korean War turncoats to challenge the uniform code of military justice when in conflict with the constitutional right to a fair and speedy trial.

This was before the invention of Git-mo and unending detention.

While confined to his unit, Sgt. Edwards, awaiting trial, was once again at the right place at the wrong time and was briefly apprehended as a suspect in a famous Ft. Bragg mass murder.

Sam would later be on the winning side in a landmark federal case that was attempting to keep his New York Free Press, and others of the underground press filled with “obscene content,” off the newsstands, thereby certainly “weakening the bones of the republic.” There were also regular visits by indignant politicians to the offices of the New York Review of Sex and Politics , another product of Sam’s warped world view.

But he was a hell of a bartender for being young and callow. He listened well and he put it all down for us to remember the times, to instigate us to action in these similar times.