yeah I remember the “intellectuals” of ‘58 alright....abstract “painters” that couldn’t draw....blank verse “poets” that couldn’t rhyme....cool jazz “musicians” that couldn’t keep time....lotta frauds called themselves “artists” back then.
I was ten in 1958. I recall Sputnik and standing on the beach with a crowd of relatives waiting for it to pass overhead (yes, you could actually see it).
I recall telling my Grade 5 teacher I wanted to be an astronaut and her telling me that girls could be nothing but teachers, nurses, mommies, and if they were too stupid to go to college, secretaries.
That is what I remember about 1958.