1970’s
I
had forgotten just how, into all this crap, we all were back in the
seventies. For me, it was Silva Mind
Control, EST, both at the Jack Tar Hotel in S.F., Triangle pyramids, cocaine
snorting, self-indulgence, pot, LSD, egocentricity, and I still try and forget
the clothes.
2020 (50 years on)
In
a broad, historical view, there’s minor difference from the 1890’s hawkers of elixirs
and patent medicines, electro-magnetism, or loco weed; and don’t forget the
“Elmer Gantry” of the 1930’s. “There’s a
sucker born every minute.”
Book
selection
A
few of our book club may recall my old penchant for carping about journalists
who dare to switch from Sunday supplements to full-length book format, either
novel or non-fiction. 9 out of 10, to my
mind, don’t make the transition well.
Wright’s writing [sorry] carried him enough to avoid much criticism, but
he woefully lacked an editor, who could slash and burn. This was a subject that had great appeal for
the Sunday supplement crowd, to prize-winning acclaim. And who could say no to a pile of a hundred
packets (a hundred in each) of hundred-dollar bills? So, he expanded it, without a leash.
What
did I Learn – I need to Learn
I
and my seventies, so smart friends, thought Tom Cruise must be dead by
now. No one could believe this malarkey
in this day & age.
The
Internet and social media means:
THERE IS A PLACE FOR EVERYONE, NO MATTER
HOW INSANE.
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