the meaning of old people

[Michael Bailey]

>
> Sure, they had something. Lots of it. Like 49 worth?  What would have been
> beautiful, would have been an old-timer's consciousness back in say 1975.
> Still reeling from the 60s, pumped up, everything is now possible, then The
> Rainbow appears, the enlightened literati are tripping out, the labyrinth is
> do-able, functionable, navigatable, survivable, fiction is climaxing, we
> know it all, we have done it, seen it, been it, all....
>

hmm, that was a weird year, 1975...

Mr Pynchon was beginning his silent years, unless he was doing
pseudonymous stuff (there's a pretty good case against the usual
suspects, but maybe there's a scarlet pimpernel hidden in plain sight
somewhere) - probably, flush with his bestseller monies, he was paying
people to embroider bedclothes out of hundred dollar bills and
collecting Faberge chickens (all those Faberge eggs had to come from
somewhere, right?)

my grandpa died, I had my wisdom teeth out and sold my Norton (1968
P38) ... went a little nuts that year ... made acquaintanceship with
Thorazine and Mellaril ... the Ellery Queen TV series started a
one-season run that fall, the pleasantly equine face of Jim Hutton
inviting us to examine the clues ...

also racked up high scores on pinball that year, that was my absolute
best year for pinball at Sgt Pepper's pinball emporium and submarine
sandwiches at Pizza Bob's in Ann Arbor

yep, 1975, let it unfurl...
but 1969 - now that was a year!