Well I started a little pissed. I was supposed to meet up with friends at a club rather far from my home. They blew all their money earlier at a casino so they didn't meet up with me. All that wasted time and gas for a person of very modest means. Kind of pissed me off. Oh well.
Continued over the doddliewig.
But as I was pulling into my home Hotel California came on the radio. The radio for gods sake. I couldn't help but think what someone 500 years ago would have thought about the radio. Would the lyrics even make sense. Could the music even translate from the electric guitar and base. Did they even have drums that sound as crisp and clear as a modern snare drum. I don't know as I turned up the volume.
A radio in a CAR. A car that has a speedometer that goes to 140 and has probably been driven that fast as it is an old police cruiser. A vehicle that even I could afford. Could people 500 years ago even afford a horse. A heated vehicle burning ancient sunlight that most people could operate with only modest training on a system of roads that could even allow for those great speeds an distances. Driven by a guy who would be dead years ago for lack of what we consider simple medical care.
So I guess I got a brief glimpse of happiness for a person mired in the same old BS oppression that people 500 years ago probably didn't even aspire to rise above.
oh well it is over back to the grind.
I might add something later.