The complete silence at the other end of the receiver led me to ask why she didn't even groan. She didn't know what I was talking about. When I reported back to the woman at the ad agency, she said she hadn't heard of the song either. This leads me to the uneasy consideration that the timewarp between generations probably leads to all sorts of unpleasant miscommunications. Some medieval scholar said that if one works to learn as much as possible, eventually all of it starts adding up.
Decisions become easier if one swims observantly in the river of time.
The difficulty lies in convincing the non-swimmers. Which is fine, if one hangs around long enough to have some history. The countless drugs and drug reactions. I fear for all those who have not experienced this gorgeous web of history and art which cocoons and cushions one during the forced march into eternity. Remembering Michaelangelo and Michael Bennet, Paul Jacobs and Paul Monette helps one find one's own place in Dubya's demented society.