Americans are many things by nature.
Racist is top of list.
And so our instinct teaches us to be polite but avoid excessive unnecessary interaction.
Which has worked out mostly okay for me.
Until now.
Daily scenes of young black looters fleeing with several boxes of Air Jordan’s and clothes and jewelry and more on live TV bring complicated reactions from me. First, it is just the kind of chaotic dystopian daily news cycle I remember from 1968 and 1969 with one days horror and outrage besting the last one.
Then it was Vietnam, Charlie Manson, assasinations etc
Now it is Covid Quarantine, police overreach, unemployment blues and more.
Then I was 20. Now I am 70!
Life is different now.
Each new day is a gift from God. Thank you Lord!
I am sorry that I took so much in life for granted when I was young. It never occurred to me that I would not live forever, however long that was!
With the exit clearly in sight, I find myself absorbing news events as they are without automatically rating or assessing their utility. I pretty much ascribe to the Doris Days motto: “Que ser a ser a”
What will be will be!
It is what it is!
What has changed most is my frame of reference. I no longer think long term, like in a dream.
No more mental pictures of me with a family being successful and happy. Somehow.
I am left with the gift of knowing some dreams are never really meant to be. With the warm memories of the short glimpses my life gave me.
Onward and upward with the arts!
Onward and upward with the arts!
#RIPGeorgeFloyd
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