Footprints: The Children of Earth Day – Post 38 by Gavin Lakin Earth does not belong to us; we belong to earth. Take only memories, leave nothing but footprints. - Chief Seattle On a sweltering June 1971 San Fernando Valley morning, children in bell bottoms and paisley skirts, with flaxen long hair or brunette … Continue reading Footprints: The Children of Earth Day – Post 38 by Gavin Lakin
As a teenager surrounded by the decade’s Human Potential zeitgeist, the books on my nightstand were not Roth or Goldman or Updike. Nor were they Rice, Rossner or Butler. Once, as a younger child, I absorbed stories, seeking meaning through an animal’s dilemma, a friendship in trouble, parents fighting. But I was being pulled toward … Continue reading Oh, Shall We Be Bookish About the ‘70s? – Post 37 by Gavin Lakin
When the framers of the Constitution guaranteed the right to bear arms, the arms were muskets – not a Bushmaster XM15-ES2 and a Glock 20SF, each able to render first-grade children into bloody pieces in a manner of seconds.
One. Its connotations are infinite. Painfully lonesome or intimately connected. The kid never picked to play basketball in gym or winning a championship - on top of the world. The lowest roll on a die or the winning knock card in Gin Rummy. The idioms: the one that got away or one for the record … Continue reading All-in-One – Post 35 by Gavin Lakin
Gavin Lakin Hey, Now: Screw you. I mean it. How did then become so inconsequential? All I want is just the way it used to be. Plaintive: from the French, plaintif (aggrieved, lamenting), plainte (lament, complaint); Adj: Sounding sorrowful, mournful or melancholic. Example: A Top Ten plaintive song from Bread, released in 1976, written by … Continue reading Hey . . . All I Want is Just the Way it Used to Be – Post 34
As he stood, knees slightly bent and arms at a fort-five-degree angle, the mesh racket was poised for the pitch. Winding up, I thought that some chin music would back him off the plate—which happened to be my lucky, well-oiled and broken-in little league catcher’s mitt. However, by design, the shuttlecock had its own particular … Continue reading Badminton Baseball, My Brother and Me by Gavin Lakin – Post 33
Time. The word begs for sagacious commentary, but like most of you I'm exasperated, exhausted, spent. Therefore, music and lyrics will speak for me. As 2018 closes down for good, travel back over forty years ago to my '70s playlist to wash out all the bitter tastes of a most desultory year. Times were not … Continue reading In Between What Might Have Been and What Has Come to Pass – Post 32 by Gavin Lakin