Carmel Voice Feb Word Is Column
January 1, 1970Column by Steve Shapiro
In my day romance was hugging, kissing and . . . well, petting. Then, with a little bit of education romance meant a happy ending. Today there seems to be an optimism in romantics. “Wild," they say about ‘taking things too far.’ “Excuse me, but innovation is ‘wild’ too.” When somebody comes up with a unique idea, sometimes it’s "Crazy." Then it was ‘Wild, man! Crazy baby!,’ and what happened to "Romantic, honey?" Coming into Carmel for a great candle lit dinner. This generation, working in Washington, D.C. romance is a thick steak, my spies tell me.
Hey, Babe! What’s the word? And, this generation, abandoning the ‘worrisome boomer generation with romantic stories of comic book porportion, soft lit dinners, cool breezes on a warm night . . . it’s Great steak at the cliff’s edge, dreams to fulfill.
And, for the new generation they CAN fulfill their dreams. There’s less hope, but more expectations rather that science will cure AIDS, there won’t be a nuclear archipelago, and that couples will marry for a long time.
Still Wild, but that means taking initiative. Still Crazy, but that’s unique, and as for Romantic – that’s expectation of dreams fulfilled.
Some of the troubles we see are just hoops to jump through for the post boomer generation, they’re the Wild Crazy Romantics who simply take the leap of faith while doing the work to overcome the problems. There’s always a grant, some kind of benevolent aid by the Bonos, Bill Gates, all the young innovators who made the big wave pay off and then want to give back.
Word is, this is the age of the good Samaritan, and it’s Wild, party time to raise those funds.
Some think it was crazy to give away such money. When Ted Turner gave a Billion, that’s with a ‘B’ dollars US to the United Nations; and now the movement to eliminate poverty. Crazy, baby! What a romantic venture!
I mean, somebody gives and there turns an idea that individuals can make a difference. Wild, Crazy, Romantic.
Herb Caen called the bohemians in San Francisco, Beatnicks, because they were ‘nicks’ off the old Bohemian garde. Then, the hypocrites, kids who left their comfortable suburban homes to experience the poverty of City life. Those Healthy Intelligent People, Hippies, who cropped up like mushrooms. From that came Samaritans like the diggers who gathered and recycled and provided for runaways, downtrodden, beaten and the battered. Small institutions taken for granted today. Not bad for what we call the 'boomers' now.
How does it figure, once thought of as crazy, deranged to give up so much and it seems it worked. Bad became good and crazy came out successfully experimental, or exciting. The boomers have to worry about what will be left for them that follow behind. Don’t think so. Leaders of today make up the WCR Generation. Wild Crazy and Romantic.
Where do we go with this, I say to Sam. I see a return to courtesy. Golfers know what makes up a community. From the links to our life, courtesy as a sport as a way of life, as governments must go, too. Make way for the deserving, the granted requests for the chance to pursue happiness. Hit straight, swing steady and life takes on a romantic course.
We have a mayor, who enters into State and National politics from the romantic view that we live in an environmental habitat and it seems to pay off.
How can a local community be an environmental habitat? People are a rare species. Crazy baby! Wild! That means the romantics are getting the pay off.
Word is: Romantic and happy living is productive.
Maybe the deal is to respect the Wild ones, honor the Crazy ideas, and we can all enjoy the romance of St. Valentine.
Look at the WCR Generation. They’re not cryin’.
(Steve Shapiro from the Monterey Peninsula 40 years authored “Carmel - A Timeless Place.”)