I’m 75 this year and Garry turned 80. Both of us were absolutely, positively, totally sure the world at the end of our lives would be vastly different and far better than it was when our lives began. As far as I can tell, the main difference is that we have better toys and a lot more television.
As for everything else, we seem to have made a huge circle and wound up pretty much where it began, with abortions illegal, gay men in semi-hiding. But hey, there’s been one change at least around these parts. In Massachusetts and in many other places nationwide, we can get high. Legally. Ain’t that a kicker!
We’ve never needed the weed more than we need it now. If getting high didn’t seem like a good idea before, maybe it seems a better idea today. With the way things are going, it might be an even better idea tomorrow. Who know? Maybe they’ll finally get around to cancelling social security, Medicare, the 40-hour work week, and finally kill off any hope of fixing environmental problems — and start a most uncivil war.
To quote the Wicked Witch of the West, “What a world! What a world!”