some such. I found myself thinking back to the eddies and currents in the historical flow that I was alive to see - everything from the British Invasion in the first half of the 60s with the Beatles (at one point, I found myself so sad that JFK didn't live to see the Beatles tear up the "Ed Sullivan Show" two months after the assassination) - all the way to Crosby Stills Nash & Young singing about the Kent State shootings, and Watergate, and Ford pardoning Nixon and all that - that I saw even with my eyes barely even half-open.
I think it's just one of those things that comes when you accumulate enough years to start noticing a longer rear view. It's a package deal - part of what you get as you age, along with deeper crows' feet, crepey necks, "arthritis-and-rheumatism" (as the aspirin commercials years ago used to refer to - see? I'm old enough to remember THOSE, too! Ipana toothpaste anyone?), vanishing hairlines, failing teeth, and crappy knees. I'm finally the "blonde" I always wished I was (for all the bigger fun we were always told they have) - except it's total WHITE hair now.
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