Baby Boomer And The Brain, part 2

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February 1, 2011 by David Gillaspie

Not Fade Away: I wanna tell you how it’s gonna be?  Good luck with that.

If Baby Boomers live up to the current predictions, one in eight will get Alzheimer’s.

Is there a better reason for it than eating too many modern aluminum foiled TV dinners?

Boomers, the early ones, felt the country shift under their feet.

They saw National Guardsmen in the high school in 1957.

They saw National Guardsmen on campus in 1970.

They saw friends turn into National Guardsmen, or Marines, or soldiers, or sailors.

Some grew their freak flag, others wore a uniform, and most fell somewhere in between.

It was very confusing to know what to do.

The 1969 numbers for military in Vietnam and music fans at Woodstock were both around half million, rounded off.

That’s a million people on the road at the same time.  What the heck was going on?

Not all the half million attending Woodstock were stoned-out, acid-eyed, trippers; not all the other half million attended the My Lai Massacre.  It just seemed that way.

Take those thirteen years between 1957 and 1970 and try to make sense of them.

Go ahead and try.  Think of the Kennedys, MLK, the Moon.  You’re getting dizzy.  You think it’s an acid flashback, but remember you never ate the brown acid.

It’s not Alzheimer’s.

Instead, it’s a time-warp sensation where you realize how much changed in such a short time.  A Beatle song hums in your head, something from Rubber Soul.

It’s Nowhere Man.

You feel numb and read the paper and turn on the news and it seems like nothing has changed, if it has it’s only worse.  War, political assassination attempt against a woman, Middle East conflict.

A commercial prompts an anti-depressant for people not pregnant or nursing, who don’t plan to be pregnant or nursing, not for anyone with suicidal thoughts, and you remember mom saying, “If you kids don’t mind, I’ll kill myself.”

The next ad pushes pills for ED, which stood for education and now means wood.

Nowhere Man dials up in your mind.  You’ve never known the lyrics, but now you do?  Is that Alzheimer’s?

It sounds like an Alzheimer’s anthem.

He’s a real nowhere man
Sitting in his nowhere land
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody

Doesn’t have a point of view
knows not where he’s going to
Isn’t he a bit like you and me?

Nowhere man please listen
You don’t know what you’re missing
Nowhere man, The world is at your command

He’s as blind as he can be
Just sees what he wants to see
Nowhere man, can you see me at all

Nowhere man don’t worry
Take your time, don’t hurry
Leave it all till somebody else
Lends you a hand

Doesn’t have a point of view
knows not where he’s going to
Isn’t he a bit like you and me?

Nowhere man please listen
You don’t know what you’re missing
Nowhere man, The world is at your command

He’s a real nowhere man
Sitting in his nowhere land
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody

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