Well, back in MY day…
I’m old enough to have an impressive list of broken dreams, but the injustices of my formative years are just too lame to wield over anyone. Sure, when our kids were growing up, some of that “Well, when I was your age… teaching technique slipped into our parenting. I remember explaining how working for an allowance was way better than working and getting no allowance, but frankly, I’ve blocked most of that out now.
Honestly it’s a wonder how our kids ended up so much smarter than us.
Even though we have two feet firmly in middle-age, the MTV generation isn’t sure how to make a mark on the world and reduce our carbon footprint at the same time. We are an amalgamation of the industrial and sexual revolutions. Kinda sad when you think about it. An entire generation with nothing to show for itself.
Late this afternoon, my husband and I passed a hotel parking lot filled with classic cars. We pulled in to have a look and realized they were pulling out. A man in a powder blue Ford Fairlane pulled up next to us with the windows down. I asked if I could take his picture. He said yes and then he said we should follow them to the car show. So, we did.
We followed and then we pulled ahead so we could park and watch them pass. I snapped shot after shot as they cruised by smiling and waving.
We pulled into a parking lot filled with cars and people in lawn chairs. We chatted with the friendly man in the Fairlane. He told a great story about how he’d met Bill Ford. On the way home I wondered what would be considered a classic car in the future. A Hummer? A Kia?