DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN . . . When We Were Young? In my Case – Some 70-Years Ago (Born 1950), when Boys & Girls Danced Until we Sweated to Rock & Roll, Slow-Danced to the Waltz – Up Close & Personal . . . and When we Could, we would Snuggle In-Close & Try to Steal A Kiss?
I’m A Guy – I Played Hard Hitting Contact Sports, with a Heavy Emphasis on CONTACT, Football, Hockey & Soccer. I Didn’t Play much Baseball or Basketball, but Most of my Friends did. And from Time-To-Time, we’d get into Fistfights, when one or both of us would Walk Away Bloodied.
I was Always Somewhat of a Germaphobe. I Didn’t Share Food or Soft-Drinks with my Friends. And even though I was a Red-Blooded Horny Canadian Teenager, I was always Careful not to Kiss Girls I Didn’t Really Know.
Even Today . . . And Even though I’m Not a Particularly Tactile (Touchy-Feely) Person, I’ll Shake Hands with People I Meet, I’ll give a Gentle Hug to Women I know well, but I’m not all that Fond of Hugging & Kissing the Cheeks of Women I just Met, which is a Traditional Way to Greet Women from where I was Born & Raised (Montreal-Quebec).
I was Never a Fan of the Disco or Bar Scene. I Loved going to see Movies until People began to be Disrespectful (Talking & Playing With Their Cell Phones), while the Movie was Playing. I Absolutely used to Love Going to Stadiums & Arenas to Watch Live Sports Events. But Not for Quite a While. And Not because of the Crowds, but More-So because of the Ludicrous Costs.
But Given The Way I Grew-Up . . . By Today’s Standards – Social Distancing and all the other Crap which has been Extended to the Point of Lunacy – I Never Would Have Enjoyed My Life Growing-Up . . . And I Want To Get Back To Slow Dancing.
When We Were Young . . . We Got Hurt & Sick. We got the Common Cold, the Flu, and Swollen Tonsils, some of us Came Down with the Mumps, Measles & Chickenpox . . . and Boys & Girls who Slept with “Dirty” Sex-Partners got a Venereal Disease.
At 10-Years Old – I Had Rheumatic Fever & Was Told To Never Exert Myself Again – I Didn’t Listen.
I Knew one Boy who Suffered from Polio. And I knew Several “Kids” who Suffered from some form of Mental Disease . . . Life Wasn’t Easy – And There Were No Guarantees For Anything. We Played, We Fought, We Danced, We Loved, We Got Sick, Some Died, and those of us who Recovered from all the Trials & Tribulations of Life . . . Continued To Live & Carried-On.
I Want To Slow Dance Again. I Want To Shake My Friends’ Hands & Hug A Lady-Friend To Say Hello . . . And Even Give Her A Kiss On Both Cheeks.
I Want To Eat In A Restaurant, just like Not that Many Months Ago. I Want to Go to Horse Shows and Watch the Horses & Riders Work their Magic. I want to See & Cheer my Favorite Team – Up Close & Personal . . . And I Don’t Want To Be Told When, Where Or How.
If Someone Is Too Scared To Be Too Close To Me . . . He or she Shouldn’t Come Close. If Someone Doesn’t Want to Eat in a Restaurant with Regular Seating – Don’t.
The Entire Nation . . . of the United States of America can Dump all it Wants to on Brian Kemp, Governor of Georgia, But Governor Kemp is Doing Now what Should Have Been Done a Month Ago, before Fauci and the Others Decided to Close Down The United States of America & Subsequently the World.
What I’m Telling You Is This . . . Be Careful – Be Respectful . . . Live Your Life.
Live Your Life . . . And Let Those Who Are Too Fearful – To Live Theirs. If you Want to Live at the Largesse and the Permission of the Government . . . by all Means Do-So. But, if you Want to LIVE as a Free Person Without the Permission of the Government, without Endangering those Too Frightened or Immunocompromised, Take the Risks of Life as we Have from the Beginning of Recorded Time And Start To Slow Dance Again.
Best Regards . . . Howard Galganov