Taking Stock (August 17, 2009)
Was it a self-absorbed fête of sex, drugs and rock and roll or a selfless gathering celebrating peace, love and Woodstock? Perhaps a mix of both. The celebration could have started with a nod and a moment of silence to acknowledge the discipline and sacrifice of the parents who made all the spare time and change to fund the event possible. Great and enduring sounds.
There did seem to be some possibility and promise of change and improvement. Perhaps one had to be young and naïve to believe that humans could change and improve and change and improve society. However, the stubborn limits that nature fixes for human conduct have not changed or improved.
If time will tell, time has not told an inspiring tale. The Greatest Generation still seems to be a greater generation. Both generations have worked together to mire the Republic in the current economic and spiritual maelstrom.
Witnessing the festival from afar was a very small part but a part nonetheless in at least one person’s quest to question and reject the arrogance, hypocrisy, dishonesty, and materialism of adult society. And yet a two-inch repp tie and a buttoned-down shirt remain more appealing than a ripped tie-dyed tee shirt.
Bumper stickers of the week:
No matter how things stay the same, they stay the same.
The Age of Aquarius?
Growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional. Fulfill your duties, but don’t exercise the option.