Thursday, March 17, 2011

Glory Hole In Columbus

With a little help from my friends


Today I started seeing the first two chapters of The Wonder Years (what is happening with the current American series the last two weeks, I have no idea).

If issued between 1988 and 1993, I had not seen since the series ... 15 years, at least. Similarly, it was like coming home to my childhood in the sixties .... oh, wait. My childhood was in the eighties.

But if I know those people! The hippies, the Vietnam War, all music, lend me your ear and all that (it took me a couple of decades to know that The Beatles were behind the song). Yes, had not even been conceived in the sixties. My parents were not known. Were enjoying their childhood. Furthermore, children were enjoying their English disctatorial.

So why the hell I feel this way in relation to that decade? Why am I seeing Forrest Gump and seat as if he had been in Washington when he is reunited with Jenny? Why when I hear this music I feel young, vibrant, and more hippie than ever?

I wonder how many people are nostalgic for a time that never lived.

And, exactly, does that does that mean?

PS: I feel that I have five years.

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