careful what you wish for

Poor old W.M.Dodge sat in his flat on Baker Street, wondering how it had all gone so wrong....or had it?  Back in the late 1960's it had all been pretty crazy....the War, the Draft, the Pill, Free Love, Tune in, Turn on, Drop out....the L.A. Free Press, Sex, Drugs, and Rock and Roll....the Commies, Nuclear War, Chairman Mao, snipers shooting leaders, wild on the Strip, bongos on the beach, the Revolution will not be televised....Race Riots, La Raza, Womans' Liberation....the paisley sun sinking over the hills to the west, wreathed in smog.....Mayor Daley, the Smothers Brothers, Cal Worthington.....so they had gone out into the desert on Spring Break, looking for some kind of escape.....he had for sure been wishing for some kind of peace....some release from the turmoil.....they had been raised in a Norman Rockwell illustration....all good dogs and Boy Scouts and apple pie ......and air raid sirens every Monday at Noon....and the lies of our elders....and Respect for Authority....and lemon tree very pretty, and here comes your 19th nervous breakdown....and mother's little yellow pills...so you wish for peace, escape, liberation, some place else.....and here he was, sliding through the stars, everyone he had known long gone, long dead and gone, lightyears ago and away.....careful what you wish for, bro.