One of the privileges of growing old is noticing the shrinking distance between waves. Today, with a heavy heart, I detect the end of another dark age in our history. Something changed this weekend. Unfortunately, we pay a price in lives and innocence.
My beloved rock'n'roll served a lot of purposes. I suppose we all tend to regard our memories from a personal, selfish point of view. That beautiful music is the soundtrack to my past. First love, friends, loss, success, failure and every combination.
On a broader canvas, it blared through a civil rights rebellion. A sexual revolution. A peace movement. Assassinations. Watergate. Woodstock. A space race, hula hoops and the topless bathing suit.
Maybe I'll just hum Da Doo Ron Ron while love takes over and peace runs amok.
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