I have lived through a glorious age. When thousands of young men returned home after World War Two, they wanted freedom. They wanted both the freedom of opportunity and equality to move forward.
Black white, yellow ,brown – they tasted and lived with fear and the very edge of life and being put back into a bottle wasn’t their choice.
I remember going to the stock car races in Toronto; the cars were driven, hell-bent, by young veterans, pulling pranks mid-race, fighting with bumpers instead of guns, trying to find that edge again in the camaraderie of speed.
Beer, grease, cigarettes and young families were equally mixed in the work areas as the men, all of 25 or so, enjoyed those freedoms their friends had paid for.
And I, by extension, enjoyed the freedom as well.
I didn’t realize by enjoying freedom without care, I would give it away.
Absolom. Oh – Absolom.
(I am working and researching a brand new project – this is a starting point)