The
days we are remembering
Nineteen
sixty-four
We
walked out the door
Of
a school that didn’t have the Internet.
The
faces that we met
Were
really there before.
Facebook
was not a buzz word.
We
liked people then
With
a ballpoint pen
In
a yearbook that they couldn’t soon delete
In
sentences complete
We
didn’t even tweet.
(Now
the part that came to me this morning)
Nostalgia
is a danger
If
we hold too fast
On
things that cannot last,
So
let’s celebrate the changes we have seen
And
figure out together
What
they mean.
And that reminds me that I'd better get something off to the CHS 50th Anniversary committee before it's too late to share the past 50 years!
In the meantime, I'll report on the fascinating news items--but separately. I've just printed out the Mother and Son dialogue from Nichols and May. I had it on a document from 1999.
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