A Trip Back in Time to 1963

You can’t beat the rain for therapy sometimes.  It’s been one of the most humid late spring days I can ever remember down here in Southland.  Mr. “Heat Mister” really took over this year.  But…today it rained.  Not a Thunderstorm or one of those violent lashes off of some Hurricane going up the cost.  No sir, not this one.  This is one of those that just gently moved in, and started coming down almost unnoticed.  It’s a beautiful thing.

Most people don’t want to see rain anytime, but this time of the year I will take these “Season Changers” that come out of the North and move through and clean out the air, so that tomorrow when we walk outside it will be like breathing pure Oxygen.  The temperature is going to be in the 70’s and there will be a small little tailing breeze coming from the Northwest, just kind of pushing the trees around and whispering in my ear “Summer’s gone…Summer’s gone..”  This is the kind of rain that I remember so well when I was growing up.  I would most likely be at my Grandparent’s old house and I would go out on their front porch just as soon as the rain started, and get an old blanket and climb in the old swing.  I would cover up my head and just listen to the rain hitting the tin roof, just oh so gingerly.  I would loll in that swing for most of the day, just drifting in and out of consciousness, letting my body adjust and my mind recover.  I looked for a front porch swing today, but there wasn’t one around.  I didn’t have time to wrap up in a blanket, but I can look out the window and see it, and walk outside and let it roll off my face.

I thing my body will still adjust, but I don’t know about my mind recovering.  There is so much that goes on in it all the time.  Worrying about jobs, and money woes, and family health crises.  I would give just about anything to go back and spend the day in that old swing with the blanket pulled up over my head.   I am almost positive it would rejuvenate my soul.

Remember Peter Paul and Mary singing this song.  It was one of the songs of a generation.  My generation.  It was a generation dedicated mostly to love.  Flowers in your hair, flowers everywhere.  Lot of marijuana floating around.  I never cottoned much to that stuff though.  Drank a little much sometimes but…heck everyone has their times, don’t they?

I quit all the bad habits (I hope…except eating too much maybe)  I quit smoking over 25 years ago, quit chewing tobacco, quit drinking beer, hmm…all that other stuff that’s supposedly bad for you.  I tried to become a “good” citizen, a good person.  I have a problem though, and it has to do with what’s going on in our society today.

I did a blog about all the bad things that are going on in the world.  I took a long look at it, and read it over….then I DELETED it!!

Now I want to write about something else, and let the TV blare the bad news out!  I am sorry….I’m tired of it.

What I would really like is to take a trip.  Maybe one of these days I will get brave and buy me a motorcycle!!  I doubt it though.  I like time traveling…it doesn’t cost anything and I can do it while I am sitting here at the computer.  Today I think I am going to go back to…….1963!!  Yea, that’s it!

First off, Elvis was still alive and well and making songs and movies.  In 1963 he made that classic “It Happened At a World’s Fair” (Based at the Seattle World’s Fair, which incidentally was going on that year, and was a good spot for a ready made movie set…go Elvis!!)  Yea, Elvis was big that year, but there was a group from England that came over and blasted us away with TWO number ones, “She Loves YOU” and “I Want to Hold YOUR Hand”  were blaring away on all the jukeboxes, especially the one over at Chamlee’s Skating Rink where the skates were slick, and the girls were….well…I was 13, so I WAS interested! (Elvis did “Devil in Disguise” so that WAS a good one for him)

And talk about MOVIES  my Lord…there was “The Pink Panther”  and “Charade” with lovely Audrey Hepburn and Cary Grant (hey they have revived Audrey Hepburn and those skinny black pants they are using for a TV commercial now!) Alfred Hitchcock gave us “The Birds” (was that the only movie that Tippy Hedren ever did…but she DID give us a good daughter didn’t she?)  There was “Cleopatra” (c’mon Liz?) and Yul Brynner did some weird “Sun” movie or something.

TV Shows…now there was some really “BAD” shows back then wasn’t there?  Leave it to Beaver?  The Fugitive? Andy Griffith, Patty Duke, The Beverly Hillbillies?  Ahh yes, now Jed Clampett has always been a really bad influence on my life, and of course I have patterned my criminal career after Andy and Barney…sheesh…what happened to THOSE kinds of shows.

Richard Scarry started writing kid’s books around 1963, and John LeCarre was big into spy novels.

1963 was big in some other ways too.  Martin Luther King led 100,000 plus people in a rally in Washington D.C. that year, and gave a little speech you may have heard about…something about having a Dream…..yes I DO have a dream about all the little black and white kids Martin….I still do.

I was, as I have said 13 years old that year.  What a great age.  It was baseball, and comic books for me.  Spiderman, and Superman and all the heroes they are making movies about nowadays.  I could sit around on a Summer day…and yes we had those LONG Summers back then…those that seemed like they would go on forever…I could sit around and read half the day, and go play a ballgame, and get back in time to watch the Twilight Zone!!  Mike Myers wasn’t making any Movies back in 1963, cause that’s the year he was BORN…Ha…you little squirt….!!!

In November of 1963, the year was coming to a close.  I was already looking forward to Christmas!!  I think that was the year I got a telescope!  (always looking to the heavens you know!)  On November 22, 1963 I went out of school for lunch and went over by the river.  There was some rocks over there on the river bank, and we guys always tried to jump from one to another.  I didn’t make it, and I jabbed a sharp edge of rock into my shinbone and made a hole in it.  I still have that little scar, and a “bump” there.  I had to go home from school.  Later on that afternoon Walter Kronkite came on the TV and said that President Kennedy had been shot…and shortly thereafter, they said he had died.

I was a big fan of JFK’s.  We didn’t know anything about his escapades with Marilyn, or any of his other sins back then.  We just knew he was a young vital President, and we admired him greatly.  I think when he died that day in 1963, that may have been the beginning of the loss of innocence for a lot of us.  1964 soon came along, and things just didn’t seem the same anymore.  The war started getting worse, people started coming up against each other politically and philosophically, and I don’t think they have come back together since.

Yes, it was a good year…and a bad year.  But I lived it, and I loved it.


Highly Doubtful Causes

Without a doubt, much of what we think we know is false.  Even being as “smart” as we humans think we are we don’t even know everything about our own body.  When we move out from there, into the world around us, and eventually into the Universe that surrounds us, our knowledge becomes exponentially less and less.

There are SO many theories on how the Universe started, where it’s headed and how it’s going to end.  Some of them are theological in nature, and some are scientific.  None of them are right, probably not even near right.

I shudder when I think about how little I know.  I have to take most things I do every day on faith.  I have faith when I plug in the coffee machine that it is going to make me a cup of coffee.  If it didn’t, I don’t have the knowledge to tear it apart and remake it so that it would.  If I put my key in the car, and turn the switch and it doesn’t start, most of the time I wouldn’t know what to do.  When I had my heart attacks, I couldn’t fix my arteries.  Of course there are people who DO know how to fix these things, and it’s a good thing too.  Otherwise, most of use would be in a heap of trouble.

But, even those people who are “technologically” smart, don’t have all the answers.  Every few years or so, a new theory comes out about how the Universe began.  Of course, all religions would acknowledge that it was ‘created’ if you will, by God.  A thinking consciousness started the ball rolling and made use what we are today.   Makes sense to us as humans, because WE are conscious thinking creatures.  That’s what separates us from the rest of the creatures….at least so we “think” (I am not so sure sometimes, when my little dog plays me for a sucker that she is not “thinking” about what she is doing) I guess there is all different levels of thinking, and I am SURE that we are not in ANY way close to the “thinking” if that is what it is, of a consciousness so powerful it could create the Universe.

Now secularists have a harder time trying to explain how something like the Universe started on it’s on.  I read somewhere a few weeks back that they think all the matter that it took to get the Universe started, could be compressed down into a ball the size of a basketball, but that it would weigh some astronomically heavy weight.  Some basketball!  When this thing decided to explode and start the Universe, it continually spread from a central point and made us what we are today.  The scientists can look at light coming in from outside our Galaxy that took billions of years to get here.  That’s cool.  When we look up in the sky at night, and see the stars, we are not really seeing what is happening at the moment we are looking, but what happened years and sometimes hundreds or thousands of years ago and is just now reaching us.  For all we know, some of those stars could be, and probably are, gone.  Mind boggling ain’t it?

Well, I just don’t believe that either group has ALL the right answers.  I personally believe the Universe was created, and didn’t just happen, but I don’t even PRETEND to understand the type of intellect it would take to do it.

I know that we have had books and bibles, and documents from the beginning of the time that man learned how to write, with all the theories about how things happened.  All of those came from the minds of man, and have been shaped by the mind of man down through the centuries.  None of them are accurate.  I don’t think that we know accurate.

Now, don’t go all funny on me, and think I am being sacrilegious.  I’m not.  I don’t go around telling people what to believe, OR that what they believe isn’t right.  I don’t have the right to do that, and neither does anyone else.  There are, however, Christians, Jews, Muslims, Buddhists, etc. who would disagree with me.  All of those religions consider that they have been given the innate approval, by the being that created the Universe to tell everyone that there way of thinking is the only one that is correct.  I happen to disagree with them.  There may be some correctness in all of them.  Being a Christian, I personally believe in that philosophy and some may think it is a conflict of teaching that I would state I don’t believe in telling OTHER people what to believe, but I don’t.  Everyone has to decide for themselves, and I think on that particular point that the being that created us, God if you will, has been totally succinct.  You choose for yourself whether to be good or bad, light or dark.  This choice is yours no matter what your religion or philosophy.

I think we will all find out one day, of course.  I think that God would be totally unfair to just leaving us hanging about the answer to things.  Of course, I could be wrong about that too.  We may go to Heaven, or we may lay unconscious of the passing of time until we come back around in the endless cycle of the Universes coming and going.  We MAY know nothing, and that’s that.  I highly doubt this to be the case, but….who am I to say?