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From Yesterday to Today: Same View, Different Year

Welcome to My Front Porch

If you’ve followed along with this series, you’ll know that this is a sort of time machine, my own version of Jules Verne if you will, a trip back in time, a time I hold dearly and miss something terrible. I don’t know how strange that is, missing the past terribly, but I do and there you have it.

Thanks for joining me. Let’s strap down in our seats and see where the machine takes us this time.

My childhood home

My childhood home


One moment my dad and I were laughing at Johnny Carson. The next moment, Dad was dead.

Now you see him, now you don’t, as the studio audience laughed at something Don Rickles had said, as my thoughts were jumping between Eva Bergstrom’s breasts and a test I had coming up that Monday at Seattle University, my Dad got up, went into the bathroom, and dropped dead, a massive heart attack, ending his life and changing my life completely.

I’m not here to rehash the past. I’ve done that in my memoir, and that was enough for this old man, thank you very much. No, there is a different reason for this trip through the past, a reason I’ll make clear in a few moments.


I loved my dad. Anyone who knows me, or anyone who read my memoir, knows this to be true. He was the most important person in my life, despite his shortcomings and his very obvious character defects, and his sudden loss was crushing, but . . .

As the weeks and months passed after that fateful night of his death, I was introduced to a freedom I had never known.

Dad was such a strong influence on me that, with his passing, I was released from the gravitational pull of his presence. I was free to experience life on my own, to form opinions on my own, and to determine what was important in life without his constant input. I hope that doesn’t sound like I didn’t miss him because I did, terribly; but there was no doubt that my life was a reflection of my father up until that night in 1969. When he passed, my mind expanded greatly, and my actions followed.

Rest in peace, Dad!

Rest in peace, Dad!

Vietnam and Civil Rights

Within two weeks of his passing, I marched in my first anti-war protest. A week after that I marched in a Civil Rights protest. I attended sit-ins, I attended meetings, I carried signs, I walked down the freeway with twenty-thousand brothers and sisters, and for two years I was an active member of the protest movement which spread across America and threatened to bring the country to a standstill at times.

It was all exciting and frightening and unsettling. Turn on the television and you could witness body bags loaded on transport planes, the latest victims of an insane war. Turn on the television and you could watch as city police and the National Guard turned fire hoses onto protesting crowds, and used their batons as weapons of counter-protest. Buildings burned, citizens were arrested, businesses were vandalized and looted, and no peace-loving citizen in their right mind would venture downtown, in any major U.S. city, after dark.

There was an incredibly controversial President at that time, Richard Nixon, and many of us believed he would lead us down a road of lost civil rights and dictatorship. Many of us saw Nixon as the personification of Evil, a lying, scheming, egomaniac who was only concerned with the power he could amass while in office.

Sound familiar?

2020 Déjà Vu All Over Again

Turn on your television and what do you see? It looks like 1969 all over again, does it not? It looks like the world has gone mad, like there is no hope for reconciliation, like we are all being swept up in the insanity of it all. The Vietnam War may be gone, but racial inequality is still front and center in the national discussion.

And if all that isn’t bad enough, toss in the COVID-19 pandemic.

And if that wasn’t bad enough, toss in Donald Trump, who reminds many of us of that President long ago, Richard Nixon.


The more things change, the more they stay the same, or so it seems to me. Fifty-one years have passed and yet here we are, same tv images, same tumultuous streets, and in many ways the same protest signs and chants.

And yet . . .

I think back to those months in 1969, and 1970, and I remember road trips to California, and rock n roll, and family barbecues, and luscious girls. I think of ice-cold beer, and tracking flyballs against the robin-egg blue of a summer sky, and beach parties. I think of waxing my first car, a ’69 Chevy Camaro, at the park, talking to girls as they drove by slowly, drive-in movies with my buddy Frank, and root beer floats at the A&W Drive-in. I think of saying goodbye to Eva Bergstrom’s breasts, only to say hello to Pam and Diane and Karen. I think of graduation and entering the workforce, sledding after a new snowfall, and fishing off the dock in the town of Steilacoom, pulling in the perch like they were unlimited in number, just there for my enjoyment.

The more things change, the more they stay the same.

An Incredible Capacity for Pain and Happiness

We all survived the turmoil of 1969, and we will survive the turmoil of 2020. I firmly believe that because human beings can take a licking and keep on ticking, to borrow from an old commercial. This is what we do. This is who we are. We are loving and we are hateful. We are mundane and we are extraordinary. We are passive and we are aggressively energized.

We are woman – we are man – hear us roar!

I’ll let you in on a little secret: there will always be an important issue which will divide us as a country. If it’s not Civil Rights it will be the military; if it’s not the military it will be income disparity; if it’s not income disparity it will be health care or capitalism or socialism or high drug prices or abominably-poor education in poor neighborhoods or gun control. There will always be some issue for us to go toe-to-toe with our neighbors on, and that’s just the real of it.

This is who we are, plain and simple.

I do not say that to minimize the importance of any issue we face today. I say it to drive home the point that we will survive the current madness, and we will eventually return to our “normal” lives, until the next inflammatory issue arises.

The Bottom Line

Here it is, so pay attention: hold onto your asses and ride it out. As an old mentor of mine once told me, if you’re going through hell, keep moving and don’t stop to smell the roses.

Or, as they like to tell many in church, “This too shall pass!”

That is not to say these issues are not important, because they are. That is not to say we shouldn’t rail against injustice, because we should. I’m simply saying there will always be turmoil because our species will always create turmoil. As much as I want to believe in a Shangrila here on Earth, I doubt I could find a travel agent who knows of one.

What I have learned from it all is this: love is the single most important thing in life. It was the love of family and friends which gave me strength to carry on and stay sane in 1969, and it is the love of my wife and friends which keeps me moving forward in 2020. It is love which I can always count on. It is love which I have unwavering faith in. And it is love which will heal wounds and allow us all to find a way out of the current darkness.

Just this past weekend I met with a former student, now a man, a man I have not seen in almost thirty years, and we had a wonderful discussion. He looked me up, got in touch with me, and for an hour-and-a-half I was reminded of how much I loved being a teacher, how lucky I was to have worked with such great kids, and how important that connection was, and is, for us both. People needing people, people loving people, that’s it, that’s the basic ingredient for happiness in this lifetime. Love, baby, love!

New porch, different city, similar view

New porch, different city, similar view

Different Porch

I just expanded our porch at our Olympia home, making it about a third larger than it was, and Bev and I sit out on it almost nightly, watching the neighborhood do its collective thing, and the strangest thing is that the view we see from this Olympia porch, in the year 2020, is pretty much the same view I saw from that Tacoma porch of my youth in 1969.

Ain’t that weird?

Perhaps not!

2020 William D. Holland (aka billybuc)


Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on October 08, 2020:

Welcome back, Zulma! No, it's never easy, this tech stuff. I'm lost with it. Bev just keeps plugging away until she figures out the problem. I turn all that over to her and I'm much happier for doing that.

I just bought a large monitor for the laptop, plugged it in, and now I'm looking at a giant screen. I love it. It's like being at the movies while I work. lol

Yep, colder weather for sure. It might hit sixty today, but probably not, and I'm fine with that. Makes for good "working outside" weather, and the dogs prefer it as well.

Gotta run! Glad you're back. I missed you. :)

Zulma Burgos-Dudgeon from United Kingdom on October 07, 2020:

Hi, Bill.

I know I have a bit of a rep for being fashionably late, but this time it's not my fault. I hadn't received any notifications from HP for two days now. Thought that was a bit odd so I have been tracking down what I've missed.

Sadly, the new graphics card wasn't a simple swap. My son tells me it needs an adaptor and he's ordering that. Why is it never as simple as it could be?

If you're expecting proper fall weather within a week, we can't be too far behind. The winds are starting to kick up and I've broken out the winter gear. I'm debating if I should get a pumpkin for Halloween. With current events, I don't know if there will be any Trick or Treaters this year. That makes me sad.

Good for you, Bill. Spending as much time on the computer as you must, it is important to be as comfortable as you can afford. A cosy chair, preferably with padded arms, and a sizable monitor, so you can see without straining, are the bare minimums. This is one aspect of your life you don't want to stint on.

Well, off to chase down what else I've missed. I'm sure we'll speak again soon.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on October 05, 2020:

It was a good weekend, Zulma. Thank you! I hope yours was tolerable at the very least.

We are down to one more week of nice weather and then I'm afraid Fall will settle in until Winter takes over. Sigh! A long six months ahead of us.

I just bought a large monitor to attach to my laptop. It's amazing what one can do when one doesn't have to squint at the screen. I'm a happy writer right now. :)

Happy Monday my friend!

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on October 05, 2020:

It is for sure, Linda! I'm afraid we only have about one more week of pleasant evenings, but we will have it to look forward to over the winter. Thank you!

Zulma Burgos-Dudgeon from United Kingdom on October 05, 2020:

A hammock? Nice touch.

I've been having issues this past few weeks with my computer. Had to replace the mouse and now the graphics card is on its way out. I suspected there might be problems when it started making strange noises. This weekend I tried playing a video game and it reacted by shutting the entire computer down. Researched the problem and it pointed to the graphics card. I've got a new one and am waiting for my son to pop round and install it. At this rate, I'll have a new(ish) computer by next year. lol

To be fair, I've both these part for years and they have served me well. They deserve to retire with honours.

Hope you had a better weekend, Bill.

Linda Crampton from British Columbia, Canada on October 04, 2020:

This is an interesting article, Bill. It must have been a shock to lose your father in the way that you describe. My father had a sudden death, too, though it wasn't quite as quick as that of your dad. It's sad to lose a parent.

Your porch looks like a lovely place to relax. Sitting on it nightly must be very pleasant.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on October 02, 2020:

Thank you Rajan! It's nice to be older and have some perspective. It takes the sting out of current events.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on October 02, 2020:

For sure, a rocking chair...plus a hammock!

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on October 02, 2020:

MizB yes, he's gone, and that's a damned good thing.

Granny glasses rock!

If we had your mosquitoes, I would not venture out on the deck until the dead of winter. I hate those buggers!

Happy weekend, my friend!

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on October 02, 2020:

Thank you Nithya! We do enjoy the porch, but we have to purchase more comfortable chairs for next summer. :)

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on October 02, 2020:

Thanks for the book recommendations, Heidi. I'm still waiting for my desire to read to return. I'm sure it will sooner rather than later. It better cuz I'm running out of years, you know? :)

Have a fantastic weekend, my friend!

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on October 02, 2020:

Denise, I think you nailed it regarding cancer. That may well be the only good thing about it. My best friend Frank, you died nine months ago, had four years to prepare for his death, and did all of us who loved him, so that took the sting out of it a bit.

Anyway, I will let you go and wish you a wonderful weekend.

blessings always


Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on October 02, 2020:

Hey, Mr. Happy, sorry I'm late getting here. So many distractions this week; my schedule is a bit goofy this week. Anyway, thanks for your thoughts.

I am an optimist cloaked in skepticism. For sure, things are better, for many, than in 1969. I think the improvements are often so minimal, from year to year, that we fail to see them, but when looked at over decades, they become obvious.

I'm not sure I agree with your thoughts about fewer wars in the future. I certainly hope you are correct, that the new generation, and the ones to come, will steer us away from war.

Have a brilliantly-happy weekend, my friend.

Rajan Singh Jolly from From Mumbai, presently in Jalandhar, INDIA. on October 02, 2020:

Yes, testing times are here again. People at the helm of affairs always are the reason but like always this too will pass and humanity will come to be the winner. Love the positivity in your article.

Zulma Burgos-Dudgeon from United Kingdom on October 02, 2020:

The rocking chair. Don't forget the rocking chair.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on October 01, 2020:

I concur, Dora! We need much more positivity right now, my friend.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on October 01, 2020:

Zulma, no wonder I like you so much! The 60's were easily the best years of my life. Things took a nosedive after the end of that decade, for me, so I will always hold those ten years close to my heart.

Bev is the worrier in our household. I figure if the country survived the Civil War and The Great Depression and yes, the turmoil of the 60's, we will find some way to muddle through all of this, so yes, I will sit on my porch, bib overalls, pipe in hand, doling out pearls of wisdom/bullshit. :)

Happy Thursday, my friend.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on October 01, 2020:

Thank you Anupam! I'm not always an optimist, but I do find I'm happier when I am.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on October 01, 2020:

Malaise is a good way to describe the aftermath of that debate. It just left me dead inside with a bad taste in my mouth....so we move on, and hope things improve soon.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on October 01, 2020:

I wish so too, Pamela! I love that you know so many blacks. I wish I did. I want their perspective.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on October 01, 2020:

It is safer down there, Sha! Of that there is no doubt.

I don't know how this will all end, but it's going to get uglier before it gets better, I'm afraid. I think we'll hunker down too, and hope it blows over quickly.

But I doubt it will!

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on October 01, 2020:

Exactly, Linda, and that's the train I choose to ride on. I'll save you a seat.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on October 01, 2020:

Thanks a bunch, Rosina! I'm so happy you could join us on the porch for a little chat.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on October 01, 2020:

I did too, Ann!

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on October 01, 2020:

Peggy, thanks for your thoughts. It appears to be madness out there. Bev wants to buy a gun, and she's about as peaceful a person as you could hope to meet. Perhaps it has come to that, the need to have protection nearby always. Scares the hell out of me, quite frankly.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on October 01, 2020:

Yes she was, John!

Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on October 01, 2020:

Thanks for sharing your memories and how they influence you years after. In many areas, I share your observation that "the more things change, the more they stay the same." Wish it were only true for the positively good things.

Zulma Burgos-Dudgeon from United Kingdom on October 01, 2020:

Good Morning, Bill.

I loved the 60s. I don't think we'll ever have another decade like it. The Beatles, MLK, JFK, civil rights, Vietnam, flower children, the moon landing...I could go on. I love the 60s so much I never left. The 70s, 80, 90s, etc, that happened to other people. While I've kept up with current events and technological developments I will always be a child of the 60s.

Our current troubles seemed to be a rehash of what we've already dealt with and maybe that's why I just can't get invested in it. We've been there, done that and have learned virtually nothing from it. It's frustrating and I'm done with it. So, I stay in my 60s bubble, love my family and try to be kind to others. It's the best I can do.

The porch looks wonderful and so inviting. All it needs is a rocking chair to complete my mental image of you in bib overalls, pipe in hand, doling out pearls of wisdom.

Have a great day, Bill.

Doris James MizBejabbers from Beautiful South on September 30, 2020:

Oh dear, Bill, your comparison of then and now is evidence that we humans cycle. We cycle in and out of our polarizations. Back during the 60s, I was married to a right-wing nut, square and controlling. I could only admire from a distance the people with the guts to raise their voices and speak out. He assured me that "the liberals would get theirs." That the right-wingers would cycle back, and boy did they ever! I think our current president makes Richard Nixon look like a choir boy.

When I left home, I jumped from the frying pan into the fire. My dad had his ways, but in most (90%) cases he was fair. He loved people, and even as an avowed atheist, he spent a lot of time helping others. Living with a narcissist right-wing nut was a new and unpleasant experience. I caught hell when I got my first pair of granny glasses because "only hippies wore them!" Oh well, he's gone and those days are gone.

I'm so happy you and Bev can sit on your porch and enjoy your time there. We get et alive by skeeters. If I ever sit on our deck in warm weather again, I'll have to find that mosquito tent I had over our patio table. Lucky you!

Nithya Venkat from Dubai on September 30, 2020:

With freedom comes we are free to explore and follow our passion. You must have been lost without your father but his voice must have been guiding you throughout. It is the same chaos again but as you say we will survive with the strength of love around us.

Your porch looks lovely, it must be wonderful to relax with Bev out there.

Heidi Thorne from Chicago Area on September 30, 2020:

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times..." No truer words could be said of any year, including the dumpster fire that has been 2020. Best is that we our lives are filled with wondrous technology that would have been deemed magic in eras past. Worst is that our society is more polarized, in spite of efforts toward equality and inclusion.

But I like to think that we are still, as a world, moving to what's good, and that the media sensationalizes our differences and difficulties. Two books I'd recommend in support of this stance are Factfulness by Hans Rosling and Enlightenment Now by Steven Pinker. Both are encouraging, fact-based reads.

Glad you have a wonderful porch on which to ponder the world. Thanks for letting us join you there virtually.

Denise McGill from Fresno CA on September 30, 2020:

That was a momentous year for you. For me, I was in my second year in high school, awkward, and still trying to find my voice in the world. I remember watching all the protests on the news and wishing I was old enough to participate. Maybe I wouldn't have been brave enough, I guess we'll never know. My sister and I wore POW bracelets in protest of the war and supporting the lost and missing. That's as far as my participation went. I didn't lose my dad until many years later but it still impacted me. Gratefully, we had warned that it was coming and we all gathered that night, sang songs, held his hands, and kissed him goodbye. That must be the only good thing about cancer. You know it's coming. We were all there supporting Mom those last hours. Thanks for the memories.



Mr. Happy from Toronto, Canada on September 30, 2020:

"Turn on the television and you could witness body bags loaded on transport planes, the latest victims of an insane war." - Now we just have body bags from covid and protests regarding race issues continue, fifty-one years later. (Looking at this from a historian's point of view, it is very interesting.)

’69 Chevy Camaro for a first car is @#$%ing amazing!! Wow!! Haha!! Good for You!

"We all survived the turmoil of 1969, and we will survive the turmoil of 2020." - Only, we don't all survive. Vietnam was a lie and a mess. People died when that could have been avoided. Same in Iraq and Afghanistan ... same with the Coviid-19 Epidemic. We have to learn. We have to do better and we will. It's just sad that humans often have to learn through pain and devastation. When it's all nice and sunny, we do not like to be pro-active and progressive. We tend to lean on conservation and that hurts us in the long-term.

"This is who we are, plain and simple." - Who we are changes and thank goodness we no longer burn witches on crosses. We no longer would put up with a Spanish Inquisition. We do grow as individuals and societies but it is painfully slow. We are no longer cave people beating each other in the head with clubs. Now we drop bombs on each other sadly but that is becoming more and more unacceptable to the younger generations because they were not born listening to dad talk about WWII. The younger generations will move further and further away from ideas of war. I see it already and I see wars diminishing in intensity/casualties in a historical context as well.

I have to believe this You see because I was not an activist for two years. Or, I am not going to be an activist for two more years. Been inhaling tear gas here and there for over two decades. I will be an activist until my last breath so, I have to believe that we can learn from our mistakes and do better. Otherwise, it's pointless to even try to make things better. Hence, I believe things have changed for the better and that they will continue to do so; not to some sort of a utopian society but one in which people respect one another and gov't works for the common people and not special interests and/or corporations. It's doable. Haha!!

Alrighty ... I rambled. Haha!!

Love your porch and I certainly like that fresh white paint - cheers!

Mary Norton from Ontario, Canada on September 30, 2020:

This morning, I also talked with my student when I was practice teaching. I don't know how many years ago, but I can still picture her that day I got into the classroom. After that, I had a video call with one of my grandchildren. Now grown up and in university in Scotland, she showed me her flat, and I was amazed at how mature she has become. So, the lingering malaise of the post-debate last night disappeared, and I am more hopeful now. After reading your article, my hope strengthened.

Pamela Oglesby from Sunny Florida on September 30, 2020:

I hope things settle down and I wish it could be done with communication instead of riots, looting and burning. Things have improved for many blacks, yet we still need changes. I belong to a women's club where at least 40% of the women are black and our president last year was black. We care about each other and I just wish our whole country could be that way.

Shauna L Bowling from Central Florida on September 30, 2020:

Bill, they say history repeats itself. Obviously that's a true statement. I just wish it weren't the ugliness that keeps rearing its head over and over again.

I understand what you mean about finding freedom once your dad passed. As long as you lived at home, you had to live by your parents' rules. You had to live and act within their expectations. I wonder if you'd have found that freedom had you moved out of your parents house when you were attending college. Then again, you wouldn't had been able to share your dad's last moments with him. Conundrum, huh?

I wasn't old enough to get involved with the protests in 1969. I was only twelve. And I don't get involved in them now. I simply try to live my life in a way that I don't offend others. It seems the world as a whole is in a major bad mood - anything can set a fireball rolling. So, I just keep to myself and live my life under the radar. It's safer down here!

Interesting conversation from the porch this week, Bill.

Linda Lum from Washington State, USA on September 30, 2020:

"What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun." Bill, that's from the Bible. There has always been turmoil and always will be. There has always been chaos and crime and crisis, hatred and loss. But there has also always been love.

Rosina S Khan on September 30, 2020:

I love the way you compare the turmoil of 1969 with that of 2020. You are right, Bill, hate cannot wipe out hate but only love can. The similarity comparison of your porch back in 1969 with that of the current one in 2020 is rather spooky. LOL! I thoroughly enjoyed the article. Thanks for sharing.

Ann Carr from SW England on September 30, 2020:

Interesting, John. I just loved her voice.

Anupam Mitu from MUMBAI on September 30, 2020:

Situation is same all around. I love your optimism, as we passed the past, this phase will also pass.

Peggy Woods from Houston, Texas on September 30, 2020:

I hope and pray that this circular path that we seem to keep treading over and over again someday ends for good. We should not have to live with dishonest presidents, nor suffer the needless loss of life or property in trying to remedy civil rights. Fortunately, pandemics do not appear that often, but surely, if reason prevails, we can get past this one.

Judging from last night's presidential debate, we still have a rocky road ahead. Will reason and love of humanity prevail? We will soon know that answer. In the meantime, plan your vote, and please, for heaven's sake, wear masks! That simple precaution can save lives!

My niece's son-in-law, who had COVID-19, now has gastroparesis that he will have to live with for the rest of his life. He is 37 years old and now relies on a feeding tube for nutrition. There is no cure! Don't listen to people who tell you that COVID only affects the old with pre-existing conditions.

John Hansen from Queensland Australia on September 30, 2020:

Ann, I just read your comment about Helen Reddy passing away. Her’s was the first concert I ever went to in Brisbane. She was great.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on September 30, 2020:

Indeed it was, Ann!


Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on September 30, 2020:

I appreciate all that, Ann. Thank you! "Pete's Dragon" was the movie...oh, you just figured that out. She and Mac Davis both died yesterday. It seems quite a few actors and musicians I grew up with are dying. Sad but inevitable and yes, she always seemed like a good person to me.

I wish you a brilliantly happy Wednesday, my friend.


Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on September 30, 2020:

Bill, I don't have an answer to your question. It doesn't appear we are learning anything, but maybe it's because so many years have passed since we saw anything like this.

Anyway, have a Happy Wednesday!

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on September 30, 2020:

Indeed it is, Devika. I agree completely with you. Thank you!

Ann Carr from SW England on September 30, 2020:

I've just looked it up - 'Pete's Dragon'! Just thought I'd mention it!


Ann Carr from SW England on September 30, 2020:

Your porch looks amazing, bill! There's nothing like sitting outside and watching the world go by.

Your remarks remind me of 'lest we forget'. Wars go round and round, from one to the next and some don't learn. Bad presidents go round and round and some don't learn, nor do the voters. I hope it's different this time.

Your quote about 'We are woman' etc. reminded me of Helen Reddy's song, 'I am Woman'. I heard this morning that she has died. What a lovely voice she had and she was in that wonderful film with the little boy and the dragon but I can't remember its name (the film not the dragon!). She always seemed so gentle, filled with love.

Strange how our thoughts wander!

Enjoy that view from the porch and all the characters who pass by or join you! You have a wisdom which is great to read, which maybe you got from your Dad!


Bill De Giulio from Massachusetts on September 30, 2020:

1969 was an incredible year. I was too young to be involved in the war protests, but the race to the moon certainly captivated my attention. This is a crazy time we live in, but I have no doubt that things will return to normal, whatever that is, before the next crisis comes along.

As a society are we learning anything from our past mistakes? Or are we destined to just repeat the past every generation or two?

Fascinating read this morning, Bill. Have a great day.

Devika Primić from Dubrovnik, Croatia on September 30, 2020:

Bill a brilliant hub, making us things from different perspectives. Life is just what one makes it.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on September 30, 2020:

And circular scares me on various levels, Flourish. I doubt I'll see progress in my lifetime, but we can always hope.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on September 30, 2020:

LaZeric, it's been awhile since anyone called me Dude. lol Loved it! Hey, great job teaching on Zoom. I was a teacher for twenty years, and you have my admiration for making the best of a bad situation.

You would probably like the memoir. In many ways I had an idyllic childhood and teenage years. It sure could have been a lot worse.

Anyway, thanks for reading, and blessings to you always.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on September 30, 2020:

Eric, I think your protesting approach is the only one which has a chance of succeeding. Thanks, buddy, for being a beacon of love, warts and all. :)

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on September 30, 2020:

Great song, John! I should have included it with this article. Thanks for reading, commenting, and for your friendship.

FlourishAnyway from USA on September 30, 2020:

We need to figure out why we keep repeating the same mistakes. That would we true progress. Otherwise it’s all just circular. Same view, different year.

LaZeric Freeman from Hammond on September 30, 2020:

Dude .... What an amazing article. I'm at work, supposed to be on Zoom with students (im a teacher's assistant). But I peeked in on your article and ended up reading the whole thing. Awesome. Now I'm curious about your memoir. Are there more stories about you and your friends at the A&W? I was getting serious HAPPY DAYS vibes from that one paragraph. Please keep up the good work. And have a blessed day.

Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on September 30, 2020:

A fine lesson in what we need from the past. Not to forget but to move on. I feel real sad for those who cannot love their life. That must be a living hell. Probably man made and not by the devil at all. I don't (today) do protests but I protest by loving as best I can.

John Hansen from Queensland Australia on September 30, 2020:

You sure hit the nail on the head with this one, Bill. Yes, people are a resilient lot and have a history of overcoming adversity and moving on to the next one. We get too bored when all is hunky-dory so someone has to create some sort of fuss to liven things up.

It sure is looking a lot like 69. Hmm "Summer of 69" by Bryan Adams come s to mind. Thank you for taking us back in time. Enjoy the view from that porch.

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