Huh?

I guess I need a life. Last night, something reminded me of a performance I went to in Washington DC back in 1971--a pageant, of sorts, put on by the "Old Guard"--the 3rd Infantry of the Army--the spit-and-polish men who have White House duty, Tomb of the Unknown Soldier duty, and the like. I went on Youtube, and there it was--that very performance. What a treat to revisit the occasion. I was so very moved by it then. Of course, the video doesn't do justice to being there, but it was nice to remember.

Then, too, today I happened upon a BET airing of a documentary about Martin Luther King (in honor of the dedication of a memorial to him in DC). Why is it that I can cry over things that happened so many years ago...and knowing the outcome before it is even depicted??? I was just a confused college kid in those days but had been seriously affected by JFK's assassination when I was in high school...then MLK when I was in college...then, a few months later, RFK. All I could say, over and over again, was "What are we coming to??"

Understand that I was raised to believe that we Americans were special. And my family was special. I had this happy little notion that our country and my family could do no wrong. That was before I was tainted by life. If one lives long enough, one loses that abiding faith in things. I wish I still had it! Ignorance is bliss...and I miss that!