Preface

     Each of us embraces a vortex of energy manifested from the past, present, and future. Some believe that time moves their soul through different dimensions of earthly passage, as stage for incarnation and karmic purpose. Others believe we are simply here consequent to our parents’ decision to have a child…by choice or otherwise.
     Déjà vu, dreams, premonitions, clairvoyance, extraordinary happenings, alien species, imagination, mental disorder, and psychic extensions suggest alternate levels of our coexistence. They also challenge us away from expected perceptions and logistical reasoning. Conversely: adversity, love, greed, regret, jealousy, glee, compassion, and desire meld us within realms of earthly cohabitation. 
    There are many sides to our existential travel through time and destiny’s superposition. Whether you are a psychic, single parent, child, wretched individual, challenged, enlightened, or with roots from another planet, your life’s visions will be embodied in soul, or veiled as such by imbalanced perception. 
     How do I know this to be true? Perhaps I don’t; many true things are not soundly known by an individual, though this does not necessarily render them as faux. In fact, knowing truth is perhaps an adulteration of its essence. It is a gift of fundamental nature, though one’s interpretation of it may be indistinct. 
     For me, life is understood by its outcomes: happy, sad, substantive, surreal, known, unknown, yin and yang, all comprised from traversing realisms and interpretations that have manifested these states from within. Such experiences, and amalgamation with others, have shaped my captivating life through destiny’s passage.
     One cannot relish life’s intensity without opening their heart intently. Love without experiencing hate or anger is pure, but one-dimensional. Ethics without violation are protected by purity, but not empathy. Lightheartedness cohabitates with abjection, as either will be otherwise empty. Yin and yang flow as proportioned by one’s fate and volition to grow.  There in lies appreciation of life’s magnificent gifts, merged between euphoria and adversity—as is nature’s way.
     In 2002, television aired the novel show, “American Idol.” 178 amazing vocal finalists spawned over 14 seasons to 2015.  Before Idol, most of this talent performed in small venues for sporting events, talent shows, bands and the like. But after their TV appearances, many of their careers catapulted. The show tipped the notoriety scale like never before, giving anyone an opportunity to transcend their “apprenticeship” singing talent toward stardom.
     I mention this show because it illustrates that an individual does not necessarily have to be a famous singer, or renowned anyone, from which to gain from them inspiration and knowledge. American Idol proved this true. Further, there are thousands of ordinary persons who, perhaps on a smaller scale, have engaged in similar hardship or feats as Abe Lincoln, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., Rosa Parks, Dr. Christine Darden, Alison Hargreaves, and other legendary figures, but their life stories are not eminent. Add to this countless other persons, who against odds, have transformed their lives or others’.
     Such stories could be insightfully written, but it’s a challenging task endeavored by few. Paralleling American Idol creator Simon Fuller’s vision, I, an ordinary person, have a captivating chronicle to share—one designed to enthuse readers with fascination and historical insight. And while they say history repeats itself, the past 60 years have been so evolved that they may mark the end of an otherwise consistent societal fabric over the past two millenniums.
     Maybe Y60 will rank in the top 15 of this season’s life stories; I guess we’d need a “Life Idol” show for that. Stardom or not, following is a true account of my passage through a remarkable era us baby-boomers lived, up to today’s litigious cyber world. It is written through the eyes of a boy and acuity of the man, beginning in Silicon Valley, California’s earliest suburbs. The book is a hybrid writing that ties in many historical happenings, widespread acts of financial and governmental corruption, plus a novel approach to managing some of today’s common life challenges.
     Our past six decades formed a unique conduit that has united us baby boomers, and Generation X, from many fronts. I am grateful that providence has spun me to love and appreciate this iconic time period, despite hardship and pain. As you read, my memoirs will also be a reflection of you, transpired from my episodic life of pedestrian happenings, to extraordinary events of mesmeric caliber.
     Though this book was aspiring to write, chapters involving my brother and family’s perplexity were difficult to bare, particularly with repeated editing. It took a lot of my usual intense workouts and unique connection to these loved ones to cope with this aspect. The civil rights era, including history’s brave struggle for women’s equality, was compelling to research and relive.
     In all, Y60 was not written for the usual motives of healing from life’s adversity, working through midlife change, and other such milestones. I had already embraced and understood my destiny’s 52 cards once my brain synapses established clarity around age 50. Instead, my work over 400 pages enabled me to relive my life with profound detail, piercing memories, lightheartedness, and vast appreciation. Who gets such an opportunity…few. I am grateful.
     Further, it was fascinating that key events in the book, such as corruption in our government, Wall Street, and judicial system, and oppositely, the loss of my family members, unfolded in real time during my writing.  This added an acute dimension of realism. Other happenings from my past were wondrous and literally like going back in a time machine.
      In summary, I believe that nature’s path is innately deep-rooted, as are experiences in spirit and fateful wisdom. Could such truths serve as a foundation for all aspects of life? And if so, how can one balance the dark and light sides of their inimitable existence? The outcomes of these and other discernments are unveiled, as my journey guilelessly unfolds through “Y60.”


"While recalling the heartfelt memories of my ex-childhood, patiently awaiting me was a world deepened by time’s fascinating dimensions."
"Just around summer’s corner would be the long-awaited Clyde L. Fischer junior high school—now including gun and mini-skirt sightings. Heck, I was almost a teenager...finally!"
"I figured I had about 90 seconds before passing out, and a 5-minute window to be revived from drowning without brain damage."
"Grammy once told me Mom saved coins in a sewing container for food.  Her heart and self-esteem were smashed, somewhat like Little Boy hitting Hiroshima just eight years previous.  But let’s set aside her bomb-shelled past turned divorce, and focus on the insurmountable challenge of raising two young boys single handedly."
"I’m referring to small, dark, handsome and black-eyed me being proudly placed atop of some other mother’s bosom!  And on Mom’s side of the fence, apparently the same stern veteran nurse placed a fair-skinned, blond, blue-eyed baby atop of my should-be mother."
"His 196X Cadillac Seville was a block long, heavy and quieter than floating in space. When it accelerated, all you heard was a brief squeak of the leather seats…very memorable. This, of course, was in comparison to our 196X rattling, rambling Rambler wagon."
"It all promulgated some cogent points about Ali's ostensible draft-evasion position, “Why should they ask me to put on a uniform and go ten thousand miles from home and drop bombs and bullets on brown people in Vietnam, while so-called Negro people in Lousville are treated like dogs? If I thought going to war would bring freedom and equality to twenty-two million of my people, they wouldn’t have to draft me.  I’d join tomorrow.”  And we proved his points valid, as battered soldiers of all color came home only to be spat on, despised, jeered and hated by their fellow Americans."
"I now  understand how time truly is a man-u-factored state of reference and dimension, extracted from its true quintessence. A miracle had visited my side of the fence. And though forlorn from her loss, what a beautiful gift was bestowed to me from this trans-dimensional universe."
"For single parents on the fence that separates economic survival and good parental modeling, following are some tools to enhance your offspring’s entry into adulthood. Take it from a boy who’s been there, and who didn't cave to the motherly wishes of mother bear. Powerpoint talking points as follows:"
"Well, certainly the Nairobi Village strip mall on the apartment’s other side of the fence, amid East Palo Alto, was not what could be better. Unlike East San Jose where I grew up, my new  town had the dubious ranking of highest murder rate in the country!" 
"I felt my beloved brother had been chosen to move on to the spiritual side. There he would continue his brave journey as a gentle, strong and kind-hearted individual. David was at last freed from his physical and mental oppression."
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"Within such sanctums, the mystery and intrigue of the world—culture, humanity, emotion, love, natural wonders, art, music…everything—all suddenly lie at her fingertips literarily. From shame, poverty and emotional abuse, to a wide world of fascination, imagination and limitless wonder, was suddenly conferred to this brilliant teenager, my mother, through tens of thousands of bound pages."



"This and other symbolic things on their attire represented power and protest over the prejudice, poverty, inequality, and hypocrisy toward black Americans. Today, a beautiful larger-than-life statue of these historical few seconds rests on the college campus that these humanitarian giants attended. It is also the college I graduated from (San Jose State University) not long after. What an honor."

"Like a raped child, self-sufficient me never mentioned  the  experiences  to  Mom  or anyone, probably out of embarrassment. Why cry about a dream anyway?  Was it?  It wasn’t."
"It was all synergistic, as time bestowed us boomer kids with a non-electronic playground of high-voltaic imagination."
“Y60 is a wide sweeping journey that is deeply rooted in time. Gnazale’s recollections are filled with personality, humor, and irreverence. The story of his own experiences also traces the broad themes of technology, racial unrest, and more. The narrative works to balance extremes: a deeply personal story alongside widespread change; optimism with toughness; a detailed, practical, in-the-moment view together with more transcendent reflection.”
                                         - Melissa Wuske, Managing Editor, Foreword Reviews
“Tim Gnazale's inspiring life story is anything but  ordinary. Y60 ultimately charts a journey to greater understanding. With deep family roots comes an unexpected tale of destiny, passion, and societal influence. Y60's course uses the methods of autobiography, but adds historical and social value to elevate its contents.”                                                    - Diane Donovan, Senior Reviewer, Midwest Book Review
"She had a history and mystery somewhere between the magnum opus of “War and Peace” and the lesser known “The Tao of Physics.”