I'm glad I was able to experience those moments. I sometime tell others younger than myself, how those time were; and they look at me as I were speaking of some kind of fantasy. I now know how some of the old timers must have felt about trying to explain the old west, after everything started to get on a grid (indians, open range, possibilities, etc.). I still wear those times, though not in the sense of living in a dream world; and they seem to watch over me like a halo. I was speaking to an old friend who writes for Sony's country music division back in Nashville (Michael McCall), and we're the same age. I said: "Michael, is it just me, or did the sun blaze like a fireball back in those days? Was there not a freedom and a sense of possibility that today seems almost a myth?". He stopped me mid-way through my question, and said: "Most definitely! That was all real, and we were all lucky enough to witness, and be a part of something that will never be again". That "never be again", is what we now lament. Not in the sense of trying to relive our youth, but in the sense of just living a real existence.
I've also noticed that there's a common thread running through folks from that time - a gather, or reckoning of unrested souls in flux. We know something happened, we know it was special, and unlike our parents, we're not willing to simply be shoved aside by the present generation or the advent of technologies jive. What were were, is the ONLY reason what is, even has a basis. This is why kids with there head on straight, are still getting off on the music, as well as adopting some of the ideologies/ethic/dress, of those times. Historians/sociologists... will one day have a ball with this one. But by then, I fear it may be just scoffed off... as "a myth".