As he sailed through Mrs. Robinson, Me and Julio, Slip Slidin'Away and all, I felt progressively like I was being taken on a tour bus through the past, but people in the crowd were all lovey-eyed and many were dancing. They clapped over their heads and from above on the terrace they looked like a bunch of Monarch butterflies mating. It just wasn't connecting with me. It's Allright Ma, for the first time. I contented myself with watching the landscape grow soft and wine colored as the sun leaned toward the horizon.
Nobody's crazy anymore.
Not like that. People are psychotic and ready to snap, but not just fun and crazy anymore. At least I don't' see it. Too many Universal Studios and Ticktmasters and stock options around. Too many SUV's.