sees something different...I was 10 in 1962 living on a farm with clean air and eating corn on the cob and strawberry shortcake. I was lucky to live where schools were highly regarded as well as teachers. It was unheard of to drop out of school. The music was great, bullies were few, (the worse they did to me was call me fat...I swiftly kicked them in the shins).....too much corn on the cob, I guess.

My mother was divorced and was the breadwinner....and yes, if she got pregnant, she would have been fired from her job. I was not allowed into certain homes because my parents were divorced. Only Liz and Richard got divorces in those days.

What I remember is civility and manners. And not so crowded. No road rage. Children could walk the streets and ride their bikes without helmets. We spent our summers at the local pool with our transistor radios. And The Beatles were coming and everyone started to look at the world differently. Peace became something desirable and even possible. I still had Hope....lots of it.

Unions were strong and no one resented them. People cooked. Eating at McDonald's was a rarity.

I'm glad I'm old. I would hate to be a girl growing up in today's technological 24/7 MSM propaganda where beauty and Hollywood fame is all that matters.

And we are still listening to The Beatles, The Beach Boys, The Stones, Janis Joplin, The Who, and Jimi Hendrix...and the great Soul Music out of Detroit.

Now I look back at the days of Watergate and Tricky Dick (who is the model for RobMe's campaign...just keep changing your story until it fits whatever the political middle is) and see he was just a soft Teddy Bear compared to the Evil we are faced with today.

And Corporations knew their place in society. We still shopped at mom and pop stores.

The only hope I have these days is that the Mayans are correct and come the end of this year, we see a shift in this destructive, macho, competitive paradigm to one of cooperation and equality.

I wouldn't mind one iota if Mother Earth shrugged and turned on her axis throwing the Greedy into outer space or deep into the ocean. This happens every 26,000 years....I always thought I'd be here to experience it. It's time to hit the Reset Button.