Here is the latest egg surprise nestled in our usual dozen. Sarah calls it her "brand". Frankly I think that's a pretty sophisticated concept. But maybe I'm just comparing it to what I was like at 9 years old in the last century. No encouragement to think outside the box - at least in my Italian-American Bronx world. Rules were clear and covered everything from sex to imagination. In the decade of the 1950s they reached their zenith. By the time the great revolution hit in the 1960s, most of us had already made permanent decisions about our lives that were not easily open to change. We were the in-between generation. Establishment by day, rebels by night (the scent of cannabis smoke regularly wafted out of opened suburban windows after the kids were asleep). Compare movies from the 1950s (if you can bear it you will notice one overriding plot theme: get a husband) with those from the next two decades (get a lover or two, drop out), and you have some idea of how we went a little nuts at some point.
Still crazy after all these years
Paul Simon
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