Tuesday, June 3, 2025

Stuff Dreams Are Made Of

It happened on this date, sixty years ago but I can barely remember it.

"I'm coming back in and it's the saddest moment of my life."
My generation and I watched it happen with open-mouthed wonder. 

And then we traded our blue skies and dreams for a better tomorrow for a fire-engine red BMW. Would you like fries with that?
-bill kenny 

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