After Today's Proceedings In Washington, DC, Time For The Midnight Hour To Begin -- August 3, 2023

Locator: 45326ENNUI. 

That's not the best word, but for now ennui will have to do.

Tonight, after watching today's events in Washington, DC, I find myself thinking about the 60s and 70s. 

He, 77 years old. Did not serve. Medical deferment. Classifications.

For those who did serve, all gave some, some gave all.  

The baby boomers. Gen X. Gen Y. Gen Z. Gen Alpha. The music will be forgotten; Gen Alpha will hear the covers and not know.

Fortunate Son, CCR, link here.

Time to re-read Hunter S. Thompson. 

San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run… but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.…

There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda.… You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning.…

And that, I think, was the handle—that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting—on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave.…

So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark—that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.

Perhaps, the midnight hour has arrived an hour early tonight.