Foster’s Store is about coming of age. It’s not so much about wild parties and college life as it is about a place in history where a generation had it all, but at the same time, “all” turned out to be so fragile and fleeting for so many. It wasn’t just a another generation discovering its collective consciousness, but a “new “ generation fully equipped with new flavors of knowledge and circumstances sometimes so serious that almost every truth we’d had ever known was now in question. We were the first generation that was raised in the shadow of the threat of nuclear war, the generation, that had never known any other existence. We were raised on fear. We got used to it and we didn’t like that too much. Something had to give and a lot of things did. Birth control pills made the sexes equal really. The ways we got our kicks were constantly changing. At some point out there at Foster’s store there were more people back from a war than would ever go. That had never happened before. The luck of a draw could kill you or save you. There were things that were inspiring to some and downright dangerous to others.