I’ve written on this particular topic before. But when I woke up this morning, I again had these thoughts on my mind, thoughts that needed to be set free.
Very seldom does someone read what I write, but whether they do or not does not concern me. What does concern me is that I should get these jumbled ideas out of my brain so that others can take their place. So, if you desire to know what I have been thinking, read on. Otherwise, go about your day and let me be.
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Six years ago I wrote this, and I’d like to share it with you again. While you listen to the tunes I’ve selected think back to those sounds, sights, and smells that bring a smile to your face What does it for you?
Last night, while gazing up at a sky full of stars, the Milky Way clearly visible, I had the opportunity to witness the last burning glow of a few small meteorites as they blazed their way through the earth’s atmosphere. There were not a lot of them, but the half dozen I watched burn out seemed to bring to mind a time when life was much simpler. That thought led to all sorts of ideas rolling around in my mind, but the one that stood out among all the others was the idea that certain of our senses bring to mind memories of past times, both good and not-so good.
Continue reading“…the message…had been that the American way of life was in terrible shape, that our economy was slowing down, that we were neglectful of our young and our old, callous toward our poor and our minorities, that our cities and schools and landscapes were a mess, that our motives were materialistic and ignoble and that we were fast becoming a country without a purpose and without ideals.”
These words were written in 1965 about the way our 35th President saw our country during his campaign for the presidency in 1960. If you don’t believe me, read Art Schlesinger’s book titled A Thousand Days: John F. Kennedy in the White House, for which he received a Pulitzer Prize in Biography. You’ll find that written on page 726 of the Houghton, Mifflin Company edition printed in 1965.
As a matter of fact, John Kennedy wrote in 1946 in his journal he kept at the time, “I am pessimistic about the future of this country.” And to think we’d just won World War II.
Now I ask you–what has changed? In sixty-two years, what has changed in this country? The words from 1965 could have been written yesterday, and the words from 1946 could very well have been written this morning.
Good night, Mrs. Jackson, wherever you are.
Fractured Thoughts of a Wandering Fool 