It was one of the loveliest afternoons... ever. My darling wife and I wiled away a full afternoon sitting outside on a perfect late Spring day at a restaurant we had long forgotten. Sitting there we easily remembered things from forty years ago. The River was behind me and the restaurant speakers played songs almost perfectly from the sixties, really meaning something more like '65 to '75, all of it strictly just a little before our time.
The baby boomers might kill everything before they're done, but they were the best too.
It's better to burn out, than to fade away.
There were Beatles and Rolling Stone songs. The Kinks. The Who. Dylan. Hendrix. Finally there was a Neil Young song. I was wearing a picture I'd made of him on my shirt; him with wings, playing a guitar.
They give you this and you pay for that.
Does Neil Young mean it: It's better to burn out than to fade away?
Yes, but it's an elegy.
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