Once upon a time…
Yet another fairy tale?
Perhaps
It’s hard to describe those by-gone days of yesteryear without sounding offensive in today’s terms.
It was a time when men were men and women were glad of it.
The War was over, the boys were back home, America was golden.
Did this ideal America ever really exist any place except in our hearts and the minds of advertising executives?
I doubt it.
However, I do remember a time when women wore dresses or at least skirts.
When they wore white gloves on Sundays, on Holidays and to special events; like flying somewhere on an airplane or was it an aero-plane.
A time when everyone wore a hat and I don’t mean a baseball hat hawking a beer or some fishing tackle.
I love the technology at my disposal, don’t get me wrong, but I do miss the society we left behind.
I miss walking out onto the tarmac and up the stairs to board the airplane.
I miss a time when no one had heard of the term hi-jack or terrorist or extremist.
I miss the time when America was loved around the world, except by the communists, for our freedom and our liberties.
I’m a realist to be sure.
America was a racist, sexist, homophobic nightmare if you weren’t the right color, gender, orientation… no doubt about it.
But, if you’re near to or over the age of forty perhaps you too can remember that special time.
That fleeting moment in history when almost anything seemed possible in America.

I love art, and in particular I love the art that advertisements of the 50’s and 60’s gave to us.
As unrealistic as they may be in today’s reality, I’d gladly live my life in any one of these stylized, idealized visions of a world and a time that these images promised.
 

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