"I would say to the House as I said to those who have joined this government: I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat. We have before us an ordeal of the most grievous kind. We have before us many, many long months of struggle and of suffering.
"You ask, what is our aim? I can answer in one word: Victory. Victory at all costs — Victory in spite of all terror — Victory, however long and hard the road may be, for without victory there is no survival."
Winston Churchill, May 13, 1940
All that writing about USC football games in college with my boyfriend unleashed a torrent of history in my mind. Compared to what I do now, I don't know how I did all the stuff I did then - school, work, church, commute, football, boyfriend.
All that writing about USC football games in college with my boyfriend unleashed a torrent of history in my mind. Compared to what I do now, I don't know how I did all the stuff I did then - school, work, church, commute, football, boyfriend.
During my sophomore year, I lived on the sixth floor of Birnkrant. Two sisters on my side of the floor were next-door neighbors to the Jackson family in Encino.
Yes, those Jacksons. That's how it was at USC. It's that way now, too.
I drove up the Pasadena Freeway to my part-time job at Jet Propulsion Laboratory with the tape deck blasting. Stevie Wonder, Earth, Wind & Fire; Blood, Sweat & Tears; Three Dog Night; Chicago (formerly Chicago Transit Authority). Stuff like that.
I can attest to the fact that youth is wasted on the young. Let that be a warning to you, all my under-30 blog readers. It "goes" faster than you can possibly imagine. It won't ask your permission. It will just go.
Some of it goes into memory. Your memory, if you're lucky. You should appreciate the internet more than you do - especially Facebook and Youtube. You can take a bunch of digital photos and put them in virtual albums now. Do it. It will help keep the pieces together for a long time.
Some of the stuff on Youtube probably confuses you. That's OK. Some of it doesn't belong to you. You're not old enough to remember what Michael Jackson sounded like (or looked like) before his voice changed.
I do. Listen to that boy sing! Thanks to Youtube, you can remember along with me:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eGodc6XtsG4
The 20th Century is a nice place to visit, and I was happy to live there for a few decades. Won't ever say goodbye.
But, I'm having a great time in the 21st Century, too. And, I'm going to stay here.
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