Happy days

Cat Stevens changed me with a tune and I flash back to happier times that I wish could return. A time before all this push button swipe screen chaos that eats the minds of our youth and robs them of a thing called life. Have you ever wondered what life would be like now if it had stayed pretty much like it was after ww2? The 50’s and greased back hair, cigarettes rolled up in t-shirt sleeves, bobby socks, and poodle skirts? Drive-in theaters and necking. Drag races and root beer, and the 60’s with the birth of the hippies and flower power, free love and mind-altering drugs. The best music ever and the understanding of no one. The 70’s and tv sitcoms that made you laugh so hard as you identified with the characters. Bell bottoms and leisure suits. The 80’s and change slowly but always. The 90’s and confusion sets in trying to figure out the new inventions that seemed to some to serve a purpose for humanities growth. To me it was the beginning of the end...the year of mass panic when destruction gripped the world as the superpower was breached and thrust into revenge mode with weapons of mass destruction changing hands faster than a numbers runner. A mere fifty years. A drop in the bucket of time but a leap into so many negatives for some like me. Are we better off now? Respect has become a word only practiced by a very few and family value is used as tv commercials to sell a product rather than being practiced by real families. How many houses these days even have a dining room complete with a table large enough for Sunday dinner? And how many can get a family together long enough to sit and be a family? Easier to meet up at Chile’s or olive garden. Am I against progress you ask? Guess I am to some degree because all it has done is drive a wedge between people, families, and nations. Politics is just a game of thrones run by puppet masters who cling on to the few that still buy their lines of deceit and broken promises. I wish there was a place we could choose to go live where time did kind of standstill. A place where real things still mattered and innocence existed. Sometimes I think I will find that place before my time here is over. But it will probably be in pill form with cat Stevens in the background.
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