That's one way to explain a lifetime of experiences. Just by virtue of longevity, a senior citizen of today has been through plenty. Some of us have changed a lot over the course of a lifetime; others, not so much. In fact, many of us older folks are not that different from our parents. Mom and Dad hated rock and roll; we hate rap and heavy metal. They railed against the hours we spent in front of a TV; we lament modern youth's burying their noses in their smartphones and their inability to properly count back change.
In my lifetime, the United States has been led by 13 presidents. Most were elected by slim majorities, yet the wheels of governance continued to turn and the stability of the republic was never seriously questioned. That seems to be changing. While I'm accustomed to hearing many of those in my age group sniping at young people, I must say it's the younger people who are taking on the issues that threaten us today. I hope they do better than those of us who came of age in the turbulent civil rights and anti-war years.
So far, Americans have been afforded the luxury of peaceful dissent. Although I thought the blacklist years of the McCarthy era were well behind us, the fears of an encroaching oligarchy and plutocracy seem real to me. For decades, songwriters have written about trials of their times. In recent weeks, I've been posting links to videos of many of these songs on Facebook and Twitter. I'm linking to a couple of them at the end of this post. See my FB or Twitter feeds to stay current. I hope that each tune provides a reminder that we all need to stay vigilant in these turbulent times.
Just What We Need Dept. My wife and I walk a couple of miles each day. When the weather is bad, we walk inside, at a local mall. Recently our mall has been filled with campers and camping trailers of all sizes. I used to enjoy camping, but only of the tent variety. These new campers include LED lighting on their awnings and external speakers, just the sort of thing I used to try to get away from on camping trips.