The 70s

Recollections on every decade I’ve been alive.

The 60s is here.

Finally my memory starts to kick in. I’m 4 years old in 1970, completely unaware of the sartorial disaster that awaits. As twins my mother dressed me and my brother exactly alike, so at least I didn’t have to look like a dork all by myself.

But at the time, I’m sure we were stylin’. The plaid…