The Rolling Stones! Really??

Talk about a blast from the past! I don't know what I expected when I searched on "The Rolling Stones." I really was not prepared for the aged faces, white hair, and wrinkles. Then I looked in the mirror. Ya know what I'm saying?! So, if you are old enough to actually remember "The Stones", welcome to the Golden Years!

As I'm checking out this picture of the group (because we called "them groups", not "bands") I'm finding it a bit difficult to look at them. I guess this is because I never expected them to look that much older. Then I looked in the mirror! Ya know what I'm saying here? How depressing is this! Thinking I'm capturing one of those rare "70's" moments and I'm looking at Grandpas. Now that I'm thoroughly depressed, I guess I shouldn't expect too much when I search on "The Doors". Ya know what I mean?

If you are not from the 70's era, you probably don't know what I mean. You are undoubtedly also clueless about "Three Dog Night", "Joe Cocker", and "The Who". You've never heard "The Soft Parade" or counted how many times the Beatles sang "Love is all you need..."in their refrain. You truly missed out on a great era! Hippies, sit-ins, love-ins, Greenwich Village, Haight-Ashbury, and Sergeant Pepper.

However, it was also a time of war.... and it was a war, declared or not. It was in a country in Asia called Viet Nam. It was the North vs the South and I'm not talking about the civil war or football here. I'm talking about the Republic of Viet Nam.

It was the worst of times and the draft was instituted to get soldiers to serve in this country in Asia called Viet Nam. I didn't even know where it was when my brother was sent over there. What a mess it was. I was lucky because both of my brothers returned.

So this Viet Nam War sort of put a damper on things in the neighborhood. All I can say is that most of us survived but many never returned.

As time heals many things, our views of the past sometimes change with time.  Some memories become vague and obscure.  Others just seem to peek around the edges of our perceptions of the past.  What I've come to realize is that time does not heal all wounds but, after forty years, the edges do seem to wear down a bit.  Our unpleasant memories seem to shift to the background of our life.  Thank God for that.  I believe self preservation allows the worst memories to fade.  At least that is how I see it. 

Why else would it seem that the seventies were the best of times?!