Serge
lunged at the counter with an open wallet.
“Two tickets to the sixties, please.
I need my wonder years. Only
three channels and no remote control, sitting in a box with Tang till two a.m.,
national anthem, prayer, fade to static.
Today, YouTube has shifted the collective consciousness from moon
landings to elevator beat-downs. But the
sixties ruled in every way except musicians choking on their own vomit. The squares always bring that up, but the
fifties had separate drinking fountains, which more than outweighs
spit-up.” He checked his watch. “What time is the Age of Aquarius? I’ve never actually seen love steer the
stars!”
(from Coconut
Cowboy by Tim Dorsey)
8*/10. The complete review is here.
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