The marvelous summer of ’69
Fifty years, already! What set the summer of ’69 apart from other years was the double whammy of “men on the moon” and “Woodstock”; I remember both. Attended neither, but we knew something special was taking place, because even in those (prehistoric) times we had media coverage. There’s not much talk of a revisit to the moon, but musically, the dreams are big.
There will be concerts. There will be tee shirts. There won’t be the level of genius that leaves us wondering a half century later how this all came to pass. I guess I’m due to listen to the soundtrack album and then watch the various remixes of concert footage. This afternoon, some new video from David Crosby and his current musical companions reminded me that genius just is.
Around noontime, a car pulled into the driveway, bringing one of my cousins and his son. He tries to stop by, most years, and seeing the changes in “the kid” serves to show that life just goes on. The kid has doubled in height, along the way, and picked up some musical hooks. Still not much for conversation; that will be when he gets a little older. Good to see relatives; this summer has been great for that. Proof that our location is value added.
My subscription to one political list server is a constant (at least once a day) reminder that the major parties are there for one thing; fund raising. The tone is always polite. I suppose I could feel left out when my monthly tally of donations remains fixed on $0. And once the election has passed (ten weeks, give or take), I’ll probably remove my name from their list. On principle.
