'morte de cesar', camuccini + '54 buick
ever since i was a kid in high school reading julius caesar [1969] and getting into my first traffic accident, i’ve always been a little superstitious about this day ...
no one was hurt, i got a minor traffic fine [before the point system], slid on black ice, cracked a wooden utility pole, slightly dented the rear door of my ‘54 buick, nearly got electrocuted, hurt my pride, earned some street cred, and worked out a deal with the electric company to pay $900 for the pole [which at that time was no small change - gas was only 30 cents a gallon] ...
what bad could/would happen - what/how could i avoid it ...
probably nothing more than an event [reading], coincidence [accident], and circumstances ...
1969 also brought about a lot of ‘impending doom’ feelings; political unrest and an atmosphere of distrust, viet nam, the cold war, looming threats of nuclear annihilation, disappearing optimism born of fallen flower children, draft lotteries, the end of high school nesting, seeing the futility of friends not knowing how to deal with young adulthood, assassinations, and the confusing confidence of being seventeen ...
from a kid i was raised to understand that its a dog eat dog, cut throat, back stabbing world ...
maybe it was just a fear-based perspective from a somewhat rural, working class, lower middle income steel town - but now it was starting to look like the world [through 'live' tv news and history] supported those theories - and even something as divinely personal as my first auto accident - worlds in collusion ...
in the nearly 40 years that have passed, i still subscribe to the notion of conspiracies to cheat, hurt, and deceive - some of which i’ve even participated in - but i take things a whole lot less personal these days - could be age, but also the belief that i’m doing the best i can with what i have and know - in a world still mad with power and coercion ...
beware the ides of march ...
no one was hurt, i got a minor traffic fine [before the point system], slid on black ice, cracked a wooden utility pole, slightly dented the rear door of my ‘54 buick, nearly got electrocuted, hurt my pride, earned some street cred, and worked out a deal with the electric company to pay $900 for the pole [which at that time was no small change - gas was only 30 cents a gallon] ...
what bad could/would happen - what/how could i avoid it ...
probably nothing more than an event [reading], coincidence [accident], and circumstances ...
1969 also brought about a lot of ‘impending doom’ feelings; political unrest and an atmosphere of distrust, viet nam, the cold war, looming threats of nuclear annihilation, disappearing optimism born of fallen flower children, draft lotteries, the end of high school nesting, seeing the futility of friends not knowing how to deal with young adulthood, assassinations, and the confusing confidence of being seventeen ...
from a kid i was raised to understand that its a dog eat dog, cut throat, back stabbing world ...
maybe it was just a fear-based perspective from a somewhat rural, working class, lower middle income steel town - but now it was starting to look like the world [through 'live' tv news and history] supported those theories - and even something as divinely personal as my first auto accident - worlds in collusion ...
in the nearly 40 years that have passed, i still subscribe to the notion of conspiracies to cheat, hurt, and deceive - some of which i’ve even participated in - but i take things a whole lot less personal these days - could be age, but also the belief that i’m doing the best i can with what i have and know - in a world still mad with power and coercion ...
beware the ides of march ...
