Are you ever obsessing about a thing in your head and suddenly it appears? Synchronicity if you will? Well, that just happened with me and the old commercial for Freedom Rock. Maybe it’s all this talk about baby boomers reaching social security age (btw, a belated happy 60th Hillary!) or the comparisons of the quagmire in Iraq to the quagmire in Vietnam, which the Second-Greatest Generation is obsessed with, or whatnot, but the synapses in my brain still connect the baby boomers with how they wanted all their peers (and anyone younger, by proxy) to get on their rose-colored, VW bus called nostalgia.
(I blame the boomers for starting the whole repackaging-your-childhood-memories trend, which is why we’re currently living in the neon-hued 80’s again and fairly soon we’ll all be in flannel shooting heroin while listening to lost Blind Melon b-sides.)
Sorry, rambling! Anyway, I clicked on the Slog and lo and behold, Freedom Rock (which saved me from actually having to search YouTube myself). You know the drill, turn it up man.