A Slice Of 60's Innocence (That May Never Have Been)

I like the cars with huge fins
and severe over-steering.
The minted escapism
of international flights.
And the cutting edge
of polyester shirts.

I like the manual cameras
and doors with single locks.
Vices than kept us human,
cold war machinations
and cheeks that could still
blush from time to time.

This was the under-informed generation.
Men with a lot of leeway
but also a sense of duty,
Women finding their wings.
And taking them.

The year is 1963.
JFK is still alive.
Andy Warhol is reproducing Elvis.
Love is tasted. Lost.
And found again.

Thank you for flying Pan Am.