Dear America’s 1950’s,
Where have you gone? Are you cold and lonely all the way back there fifty years? Are the forties and sixties keeping you company? I remember you. Don’t worry. I believe that you deserve a comeback. It has been far too long since the world has seen your elegance and originality.
Long hours have I sat and pondered your genius and how it must have been so miserable for the population to say goodbye to you. You were bordered with such powerful eras. I know that you were strong at the turn of the half century. So eager to stand up and make a name for yourself in the twentieth century and refusing to be the middle child of ten.
Ten years before you came the forties. World War II ended in 1945 and your boys returned home. Soldiers and salesmen switched roles. This post war hysteria gave rise to the baby boom and an overwhelming boost to your numbers. Some went on to be great and some went on to keep some down. I myself am the offspring of two baby boomers born in your time. The events that transpired in the forties have no doubt changed America forever for better or for worse. It’s open to interpretation.
The sixties brought us the drugs. I am sure that you would have frowned upon the debauchery and hedonistic ways that they brought upon America. The people loved it though. You may not be surprised to hear that they’re still employing drugs on a daily basis. Not just the teenagers anymore, but the CEO’s and even our president has admitted to drug use in his past. Only now is the government beginning the serious debate on the legalization of such substances.
I do not feel the necessity to explain your greatness. I am not trying to convince anyone else that may be reading this letter. You and I both understand the complexities of your impact on American history. All I’d like to say is that I miss you, and I wish that you’d visit me here in the new millennium.
Sincerely yours,
Luke Longuski
P.S. – Tell Elvis that I said, “Thanks… King”.
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