![]() ![]() Now, Willy Loman wanted his son, Biff, to care - but to care about the American Dream - and not about its core values. We had LOST something valuable and extremely important. The American Dream was back, and the simple, magical dreams of our childhood were swallowed up in the new world of fast, cheap plastic entertainment and values. Love and caring and honesty became very much less in evidence. ![]() Things suddenly had to be New, Newer or - if you worked hard enough - NEWEST. The changes in families we knew were obvious. Prosperity and the American Dream had RETURNED. The smiling and immaculately pageboy’d stewardess handed out little plastic twin-propped replicas of the airship she was so proud of - to all the jubilant kids on board, in fact - as well as new Life Magazines crammed with photos (many of them in FULL COLOUR) of the laughing JFK and Jackie. When I was a young kid, I always insisted like a spoiled brat on having one foot wedged securely in the closing door of Paradise!Īs the bright light of that paradisal dawn left my world on its ceaseless journey west, I refused to think Paradise was over for me - at least until the fat lady started to sing.īut then, way back in 1960, I sat next to my Mom on a gleaming - though already antiquated - little post-war twin-prop ‘aeroplane’ to Toronto. ![]()
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