Yeah, I remember the heydays too. I too was born just a tad late (1960) to REALLY appreciate the whole 60s thing, but lived it vicariously through two VERY WILLING older brothers. In the city where I went to high school there was a "Bilbo's" hobby shop and book store and the walls there were covered in Middle Earth grafitti.
"Frodo lives" to me meant that all the cynical money makers and tree killers and habitat destroyers and the rest could not destroy the dream, no matter how hard they tried. Reminds me of a Jethro Tull song from Songs From the Woods (1978?) called "Jack in the Green", "...or will these changing times break us apart? Well I don't think so - I saw some grass growing through the pavement today. Ohh, ohh, Jack in the Green..." [img]smilies/cool.gif[/img]
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