I was alone in my car, cruising through my home town. It was pretty quite, as the colleges were out and it was late on a Sunday night. I had the FM radio blaring and I was rockin' to some Steely Dan, Three Dog Night, Chicago, Rolling Stones, Queen, and War. I was planning to catch a movie. I couldn't decide between The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, or the new Star Wars. At the movie theatre, there was a commercial for the new Herbie, the Love Bug movie from Disney.
But this wasn't the 1970's. This was last night. I'm probably thirty pounds heavier, now I can grow a beard, the FM radio station considers its music "classic rock," and I'm a husband and a dad.
At first, I rather enjoyed the retrospective of my youth, but as I started to see more and more of the past I began to feel like Dorian Gray gone wrong -- I was getting older while the world around me wasn't changing.
What is it about Baby Boomers that we won't, or don't want to, let go of our youth?
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2 comments:
Stix,
Nice blog, and thanks for your comments on my http://notenoughreaders.blogspot.com
Dan
You made a very good point, sir!
"I was rockin' to some Steely Dan, Three Dog Night, Chicago, Rolling Stones, Queen, and War." At the same time? Awesome.
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