The Viet Nam War was getting to me. But there was no way to share these concerns with Mollie. She was comfortable with her way of life. Her big concern was the length of Bob's hair. No friend or relative would have understood. We lived in a complaisant middle class neighborhood, frightened of change and totally accepting what God and country dictated. Working for the bank was the same. Perhaps some of us voted Democrat but our souls were completely Conservative. Restlessness kept growing at home and at work. Mom and dad were now bedridden to add to my emotional turmoil. Tranquilizers and sleeping pills were prescribed which covered up my feelings and perpetuated a facade that projected "all's okay".