Hi John, nice to hear from you and thanks for chiming in. And, yeah, optimism... it's a hard hill to climb these days. I read your blog about REO... nice recollections.
The connection between childhood "duck and cover" drills and todays collective anxiety is something I've thought about before but never articulated this clearly. That subliminal dread probably never fully leaves people who grew up with it. What stands out is how symbolic gestures like daffodils can feel both necessary and insufficent at the same time when the underlying anxieties are existential. I've noticed myself toggleing between trying to stay informed and needing to just step away entirely.
Thanks for the comment, and for picking out the “duck and cover” part. I don’t write a whole lot on Substack but I think that was the idea that got me going on this one, so I appreciate somebody picking up on it.
I{'m not as optimistic as you, Paul and was working on my blog to remind people of the words to this 53 year-old song and the unsung greatness of Garth Richrath. So, for a few minutes I don't have to think about a world gone dogass crazy
Hi John, nice to hear from you and thanks for chiming in. And, yeah, optimism... it's a hard hill to climb these days. I read your blog about REO... nice recollections.
The connection between childhood "duck and cover" drills and todays collective anxiety is something I've thought about before but never articulated this clearly. That subliminal dread probably never fully leaves people who grew up with it. What stands out is how symbolic gestures like daffodils can feel both necessary and insufficent at the same time when the underlying anxieties are existential. I've noticed myself toggleing between trying to stay informed and needing to just step away entirely.
Thanks for the comment, and for picking out the “duck and cover” part. I don’t write a whole lot on Substack but I think that was the idea that got me going on this one, so I appreciate somebody picking up on it.
I{'m not as optimistic as you, Paul and was working on my blog to remind people of the words to this 53 year-old song and the unsung greatness of Garth Richrath. So, for a few minutes I don't have to think about a world gone dogass crazy
Gary RichrTH OF REO SPEEDWAGON WROTE THIS IN 1972
"Golden country your face is so red
With all of your money your poor can be fed
You strut around and you flirt with disaster
Never really carin′ just what comes after
Well, your blacks are dyin' but your back is still turned
And your freaks are cryin′ but your back is still turned
You better stop your hidin' or your country will burn"