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I was driving up Interstate 5 to Mt. Shasta yesterday and got tired of listening to news radio like CNN type stataions talking about Trump, and Cruz and Kasich and Hillary and Sanders so I turned to station number 5 which is old 1950s popular hits instead.

As I listened I felt mostly very comforted by the silly somewhat inane songs of the 1950s before songs got so serious because of the war in Viet Nam in the late 1960s and the social revolution then.

So, as I listened to the mostly silly love songs of the 1950s I remembered how simple life was in the 1950s compared to everything that came after that like the Assassination of JFK and Bobby Kennedy and the Assassination of Martin Luther King and everyone getting their heads bashed in at the 1968 Democratic convention in Chicago or all the Carnage of our boys coming home in boxes with flags drapped over them (50,000) or more of these from Viet Nam.

So, the 1950s were just a much simpler time of silly love songs and pining for the ones you loved. It was nice to go back then and remember those days before the world went insane in the 1960s and after with changes no one could really deal with ever after.

In songs in the 1950s the issue usually was something like: "Do you love me and will you love me forever and will you be mine forever or something like that."

But, in the 1960s it was more like "I might have to commit suicide because I can't deal with all this!"

more often. Then after the Viet Nam war ended and Janice Joplin and Jimmie Hendrix had already ODed and died and 50,000 of our boys came home in boxes drapped with flags, then we had the Arab Oil embargo and then money became a real problem when it wasn't really one before 1973 at all because when gasoline went up 4 to 8 times in price (imagine that today) life got pretty hard from the late 70s onwards here in the U.S. because the price of cars and gas and everything made with energy went up and this made life much more difficult too for Americans ever after.

But, driving up listening to 50s music brought back the days of sitting under a tree and reading a good science fiction book and being 6 to 10 years old once again with a transistor radio listening to songs we all loved then or going at age 12 to my friend's house and climbing the big cement fence there behind Bob's Big Boy Restaurant in Glendale and watching all the souped up cars painted with Candy apple Red metallic Red or Blue or orange paint with their girlfriends all dolled up for a Friday or Saturday night of Cruising and street racing there in Glendale or somewhere else nearby.