Traditionally, today’s a day for relaxing with family, and while I usually suck at that kind of thing, a good portion of the L.A. contingent of the Brody Family is here in town so I’ll be doing my best to be a regular guy:
Fabulous Farmers Market, just 2 blocks from the house!
Barbecue on our rooftop deck, looking out at the Sound!
Fireworks at the old Fort!
TVWriter™ and our Usual Gang of Not Idiots will be back opining, snarking, reporting, and maybe even educating and entertaining tomorrow. Meanwhile, enjoy the day off and try to keep all your fingers. Writers need them, you know. (No, not just to type. To flip off authority. Because flipping off authority is what good writers do.)
…Except that it’s really by John Ostrander, one of my favorite writers of comic books and other wondrous things:
John Ostrander: Displaced
by John Ostrander
One of the brilliant moves that Stan Lee made in the early issues of The Avengers was to bring Captain America from the 40s into what was then the modern day. He had Cap frozen in ice from the end of WWII until he was thawed out. Cap hadn’t aged, Stan didn’t bring a new guy into the costume, this was the same Steve Rogers and he became a man out of time. A hero of one era moved to a time when just about everyone he knew was dead. And the world as he knew it was gone…
Most of America is celebrating the Fourth of July this weekend, even though the real Fourth isn’t for a few days. We celebrate the birth of our nation that was, as Abraham Lincoln said, “conceived in liberty and dedicated to the proposition that all men were created equal.” That was the United States I believed in when I was young. Now? These days I find myself identifying more and more with that Steve Rogers who came out of hibernation to a whole new nation.
Maybe it’s just creeping old cootism; I’m 63, I grew up in the Fifties and came of age in the 60s. Maybe it’s just this election cycle with its hideous negativism and polarization. Maybe it’s the rise of this new era of Robber Barons. Maybe it’s this continuing recession (depression?) that drags on and on. Maybe it’s just me, where I am and how I feel right now, as I write this…
John’s thoughts, with which I, as (maybe) another old coot, agree, have been expressed by others before him, but never with such clarity and earnestness. If you’re an old fart who’s feeling like you just thawed out of the iceberg, or a brand-new millennial trying to figure out the generational warfare you so often feel embroiled in, you owe it to yourself to: