Last Train to Clarksville

by John Hamilton Farr on November 21, 2008 · 0 comments

in Change

Seems like maybe The Change just arrived.

Oh no!

Oh yes.

Oh boy??

I wonder if anyone else felt it? No kidding, it’s like something went “ka-chunk, ka-chunk” today, way down deep. That’s it, though. That’s all I got. But in some strange non-linear way, it feels like everybody got a little boost. I certainly did.

First I headed out to walk my usual two miles up and down the mesa, where the wind was so cold, I had to pull my knit cap down over my ears. Along the way, solutions to a couple of personal dilemmas magically unveiled themselves. I wasn’t even trying to make things work — walking, remember — and all of a sudden they did. The comment element in each issue was [gasp] doing what I really wanted. For the last three weeks, it’s been like I had my head stuck in a horse trough, and all of a sudden, I finally pulled out and stood up.

And did you see the auto executives fly down to Washington, D.C. in their fancy corporate jets to ask Congress for money?!? THAT ONE ACT, that defining moment of howling grotesque irony and blind arrogance, is the sort of thing you only see when the tide is going out on a whole way of life… It’s epochal, I tell you. Emblematic. Fifty years from now, students will watch the old videos and shake their heads.

I’ll be dead and gone and no one will remember me, but I was here when it happened. A black man got elected President, too.

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