If green flags fly, they should be in the name of the farmers who have been steadfast in their determination to succeed in yielding sustenance. The real green is in the fields of alfalfa and grains across that fruited plain.
I am getting older – 72 on Memorial Day (I get a flag, too!) – and I say more often to friends and neighbors that I probably will not see it, but that vast changes are in the wind that will alter the fabric of civilization.
Changes that will be wrenching, relentless and blast the icons of our comfort zones. It appears nothing short of such a tsunami-like revolution will be able to build new pathways to tomorrow.
Consider: Good, middle-aged professional people who have been unable to find jobs are quitting the search.
Consider: New technology, always a double-edged sword, is paving the way to more robots to replace man and woman.
Consider: The American political system has shut down and no longer is forging effective change to address these issues.
Consider: More people are being born that ever before.
Consider: All farmable land is already planted.
Consider: The fear factor linked to terrorism has us all under constant stress.
I could go on illustrating why I feel we'll need some substantial, riveting alterations in our lives if we want to build a stronger future, but I think you get the picture.
We cannot, as F.Scott said in The Great Gatsby, paddle incessantly into the past.