JUST BOPPIN' ALONG

Here I am, boppin’ along––no, not boppin’ along, floating along––which is what is when you’re driving an EV, especially when you’re driving an EV on a smooth new road and don’t hear a thing except your Daily Mix made especially for you––as I was saying, listening to my Daily Mix of songs Spotify made just for me because I’m really old and they knew I’d want to hear all the best oldies.  Cat Stevens first singing “Where Do the Children Play” –– a very good question at this moment in time.  Indoors is the answer I guess.  Then comes Carol King singing about how “And it's too late, baby...something inside has died” and, wow, that brings me back to the 70’s too.  aAnd then Paul Simon sang “April Come She Will” all about change – change having been the operant word in those days for our inside worlds and the outside world. At least for all of us who were on the cusp so to speak – just this side of thirty and then just over it.

 

So as I’m floating along the sun burst out of clouds and everything looks lovely and the wind is blowing all the green leaves and the tall yellow spiked grasses and I find it hard to believe that I’m driving along a road in Vermont in an electric car and I’m old, and I’m heading to my red barn of a house.  How in the world did I get here?  Naturally I know the answer but if you were to skip over those intervening years all this would be impossible to imagine.  And boppin’ along there I actually was flying over those years.  Music––like that Proustian nibble of madeleine––it does that.

 

Add to those kind of dreamy thoughts the outside world of the 70’s with the outside world of the 20’s––different century–– instead of my inside world.  Now that can really make you wonder how in the world we got there.  

 

Yikes.