In 1961 I went to sleep.
In 2017 I awoke and found myself living in an episode of the Twilight Zone. An episode that never ends, and only gets more bizarre as each day goes by.
Only for real......
I would be happy to time travel back to 1970, where I could find work and enjoy a very nice life, minus all the politics of self destruction.
But even in 1970, the seeds of economic destruction had been planted and were growing apace....
I don’t think any of us would want to give up the technological advances we have now, but I’d gladly like to have the culture back.
We were taught that if we got a good education, worked hard, that anything was possible. We were expected to marry and have children in wedlock.
Our long trip to the sewer began with Lyndon Johnson’s great society programs.
“who could forget your family outing two weeks ago when you all drove into Manhattan and saw My Fair Lady on Broadway? “
LOL! A night at the drive-in theater ocean a month was our treat!
Somebody wasn’t even born in the sixties, to think that Walt Disney’s Wonderful World Of Color was on television in 1961. I was just a toddler at the time but remember clearly the year that the networks shifted over to color. It was 1966. My parents splurged uncharacteristically, went out and bought one of those fine furniture-grade consoles with an AM/FM stereo and turntable under a lid on the top, color TV featured prominently in the middle but with nice hideaway doors to cover it when not in use, speakers behind decorative grills on each side. Analog remote, actually turned the knob mechanically, kaplunk, kaplunk, kaplunk, a quieter version of the same sound that the antenna made when you changed directions to pick up this or that broadcast signal, via another knob on the antenna console sitting on the top of that pretty piece of furniture. We were quite the deal in the neighborhood briefly, then everybody else who could, went out and got one too. Ours was a Motorola.
Age 69, not 13.
1961 Kingston Trio enjoyed by parents, and kids.
Surfing enjoyed by Dad, and oldest son.
Prosperity was the name of the game.
Things were good in 1961. We had a President who stole the election, and promised that his religion meant nothing, and would soon be murdered by the Vice President.
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