60 years ago today, at age 16, my friend and I got out of school early (this was Phoenix, where several students in my high school chemistry class cheered when they heard JFK had been shot), so we peeled peyote buttons, put them in a blender, downed the foul mix, and spent the night on a mountain in the desert. We had pledged to do this, our first psychedelic trip, "next Friday, no matter what," as 16 yr old boys are wont to do. The vision of America I had that night has proved to be accurate.