So which was it the Ford or the pill that set us free?

I can’t watch that without thinking it was made a few years after Edward Bernays famous “Propaganda” and the more savvy commercialization of discontent. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edward_Bernays The way and order she says everything is as if he wrote the outline for the script. It’s nice though, that in 98 seconds we have their entire story. And also reminds me of the funny ways we found out about new cars in our family. Coming home from grade school there was a fancy new car in the driveway that got my blood rushing. I ran inside and asked my mother whose car. She pretended to be distracted and told me to go change from my school uniform and then she’d tell me. When I opened my closet door, Dad jumped out with a big smile. Can still see eyes twinkled and his dimples were big, and he bent down so his face was on my level. He was so happy. “I bought a new car and we’re going to the LA County Fair!” And we were going to stay there late so the lights would all be on. A pretty dramatic conjunction of cool things for a 7-year old kid. My mother, like most mothers, used to always say money doesn’t grow on trees, but then they consistently introduced material things in a Disneyfied kind of way. Puff. Everything came by magic.

What happened to the bus or trolley car?

No wonder so many women were depressed and took to drink!

Speeding At Sixty What a racy, wild, chippy I am speeding down these country roads In my spanking new sporty, white Monte Carlo; Windows open—music blaring—hair blowing On a hot summer’s afternoon in July And I feel like thirty-two again, A year of breaking fast and breaking Away. Time travels swiftly, merging memories With few past regrets And it’s shameful how even now I flirt with truck drivers in passing; Old habits die hard.