As we slide into poverty & decrepitude but not into the embrace of a dictator, unless I'm mistaken, it's time again to take charge of our own lives.
Forgetting not for a minute that every lever we're all connected, can we not put the old road songs on the turntable of memory and cut loose?
Make it a challenge. Start anywhere on YouTube. See how few clicks it takes to reach John Prine & Nanci Griffith.
Gasoline is $2 and natural gas is $3.70/mmbtu. Summer's coming & its time to let loose. OK, sure, my knees are worn out & I have a charlie horse that won't let go. But remember a fragrant rural landscape in the warmth of a magic May, the fields sprouting and moist. Walking 30 miles a day, the skin cracking off my face & the stench filling my shoes. And still, the kindness of strangers.
Have we left room for the next generation? The question answers itself: If we haven't, they'll take it. When we bankrupted the country, what does it mean? Nothing that can't be renounced.
It's a hard rains a gonna fall. Azarath. Metrion. Zinthos.