My Turn: A long, strange trip is getting even stranger
Life has done it again. It has come full circle, and part of me resents that.
Back in the late 1960s, in my youth, I lived what many would agree was a somewhat wild and anti-authority lifestyle.
I disliked the police at the time, primarily in the big cities. In Hopkinton, I had an annoy/irritate relationship with Chief Chester Jordan and his predecessor Chief James Hargrove, but we coexisted quite well.
Keep in mind this was during and just after the Vietnam War. Long hair, United States flag patches and the vices of the day were the norm.
Back then, the police were seen as a real enemy. I enjoyed hanging out on Critter Corner, the old Merit station, the Glendon, Buggy Barn, The Cave and a former roofing company’s office/home.
But things changed, and my old vices were outgrown, mostly. I keep trying to get my long hair back, but the Mrs. is pretty insistent.
What does this have to do with full circle?
Well, I was responding to a few intellectually challenged posters in the letters section when it all of a sudden hit me: I had become my parents.
Here I was defending the police (small-town versions though), defending some aspects of government, using the phrase heroes and military in the same sentence, and settling for a bottle of home brew.
Alas, this morning my wife said I needed a haircut – oh, well.
When did the world start spinning the other way? In the ’60s and early ’70s, protesters were being beaten by police, our government was actively spying on us (not me personally, or at least I don’t think so) and the police were not the most appreciated folks by any means.
So here I sit in 2014, advocating all that I protested in the ’60s.
Meanwhile, those who were the real focus of my protests are the ones spreading their paranoid delusions of the police becoming a military force who will take over all power and predicting the ultimate demise of our way of life because of Obamacare.
If that isn’t enough, there is talk of legalizing pot after 54 years of failed attempts to stop it.
As to the police, the biggest danger I see is their exuberant pursuit of minor traffic violations.
What a drag it is getting old.
(Geoffrey Carson lives in Webster.)