When our son was young he asked us if we were at Woodstock. We had to say No, but we didn’t have an answer when he asked, Why not?
He was disappointed. I’m sure we went down a notch or two in his esteem.
He never asked if we rode the Freedom Bus, or went to Washington to hear Dr King. Or if we marched against the Vietnam War, or burnt a bra or a draft card. Had he asked we would have had to say No.
And I still don’t have an answer when I ask myself, Why not?
Dana Susan Lehrman
This retired librarian loves big city bustle and cozy country weekends, friends and family, good books and theatre, movies and jazz, travel, tennis, Yankee baseball, and writing about life as she sees it on her blog World Thru Brown Eyes!