I miss 1960. Not the part about my face turning overnight into the world's most productive zit farm. What I miss is the way the grown-ups acted about the Kennedy-Nixon race. Like the McCain-Obama race, that was a big historic deal that aroused strong feelings in the voters. This included my parents and their friends, who were fairly evenly divided, and very passionate. They'd have these major honking arguments at their cocktail parties. But unlike today, when people wear out their upper lips sneering at those who disagree with them, the 1960s grown-ups of my memory, whoever they voted for, continued to respect each other and remain good friends.But of course, this is well known in our family. It's why we're all so well-adjusted!
What was their secret? Gin. On any given Saturday night they consumed enough martinis to fuel an assault helicopter.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Dave Barry has uncovered the key to civil discourse: