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Sometimes I feel like I grew up in another time, another place. Well, sort of, I guess I did. I grew up in Michigan. We were close enough to farm country that it wasn't practical to start school until after Labor Day. Kids were needed not far from where I lived to help with the harvest. Or so we were told. Nowadays those farms are shopping malls, subdivisions or big box stores. So I guess the after Labor Day rule doesn't apply in Michigan any more than it does here in Southern California. But starting school on the 6th of August? That seems so like rushing it. I get the idea that if the semester starts earlier, it will end before the winter holiday break. Then the new semester can start in January and there is no earning gap per se. Makes sense, I guess. It just seems like we rush everything these days. Stores start stocking Christmas/Hanukkah/Festivus gifts and decor before Labor Day. spring apparel debuts in February. Valentine's appear the day after New Year's. And so forth and yada yada. Was it always so? And isn't is funny how we act as if summer begins Memorial Day in May, when there's still a month before the summer solstice in June and that summer ends Labor Day when it really doesn't end until later at the autumnal equinox? Why the heck do we bother with those when we just arbitrarily start and end summer whenever we feel like? And while I'm ranting, don't get me started on daylight savings time, campaign or TV show "seasons", or for that matter sports seasons like basketball, baseball, football and the like that all overlap each other and seem to last forever, stop a day or two, and then start again. Whatever happened to clear demarkation of time and temperature? Okay, I guess I'm getting carried away. It's just how life is these days. No time honored traditions that can't be adjusted to suit our needs. Wear white when you will. Drink hot apple cider in July and lemonade in December. Its all as you like it. And really, I guess that's okay. As an old curmudgeon, I will just remember the old days and go with the flow. Happy back to school. I suddenly have the urge to buy new pencils, notebooks and maybe a nifty red backpack. Click below for a very old tune that is still timely today in so many way! !! Enjoy!! The lyrics appear below that! Anything Goes
by Cole Porter (I had no idea it was so long!) Times have changed And we've often rewound the clock Since the Puritans got a shock When they landed on Plymouth Rock. If today Any shock they should try to stem 'Stead of landing on Plymouth Rock, Plymouth Rock would land on them. In olden days, a glimpse of stocking Was looked on as something shocking. But now, God knows, Anything goes. Good authors too who once knew better words Now only use four-letter words Writing prose. Anything goes. If driving fast cars you like, If low bars you like, If old hymns you like, If bare limbs you like, If Mae West you like, Or me undressed you like, Why, nobody will oppose. When ev'ry night the set that's smart is in- Truding in nudist parties in Studios. Anything goes. When Missus Ned McLean (God bless her) Can get Russian reds to "yes" her, Then I suppose Anything goes. When Rockefeller still can hoard en- Ough money to let Max Gordon Produce his shows, Anything goes. The world has gone mad today And good's bad today, And black's white today, And day's night today, And that gent today You gave a cent today Once had several chateaux. When folks who still can ride in jitneys Find out Vanderbilts and Whitneys Lack baby clo'es, Anything goes. If Sam Goldwyn can with great conviction Instruct Anna Sten in diction, Then Anna shows Anything goes. When you hear that Lady Mendl standing up Now turns a handspring landing up- On her toes, Anything goes. Just think of those shocks you've got And those knocks you've got And those blues you've got From that news you've got And those pains you've got (If any brains you've got) From those little radios. So Missus R., with all her trimmin's, Can broadcast a bed from Simmons 'Cause Franklin knows Anything goes. Songwriters: Cole Porter Anything Goes lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, IncAnything Goes Cole Porter Times have changed And we've often rewound the clock Since the Puritans got a shock When they landed on Plymouth Rock. If today Any shock they should try to stem 'Stead of landing on Plymouth Rock, Plymouth Rock would land on them. In olden days, a glimpse of stocking Was looked on as something shocking. But now, God knows, Anything goes. Good authors too who once knew better words Now only use four-letter words Writing prose. Anything goes. If driving fast cars you like, If low bars you like, If old hymns you like, If bare limbs you like, If Mae West you like, Or me undressed you like, Why, nobody will oppose. When ev'ry night the set that's smart is in- Truding in nudist parties in Studios. Anything goes. When Missus Ned McLean (God bless her) Can get Russian reds to "yes" her, Then I suppose Anything goes. When Rockefeller still can hoard en- Ough money to let Max Gordon Produce his shows, Anything goes. The world has gone mad today And good's bad today, And black's white today, And day's night today, And that gent today You gave a cent today Once had several chateaux. When folks who still can ride in jitneys Find out Vanderbilts and Whitneys Lack baby clo'es, Anything goes. If Sam Goldwyn can with great conviction Instruct Anna Sten in diction, Then Anna shows Anything goes. When you hear that Lady Mendl standing up Now turns a handspring landing up- On her toes, Anything goes. Just think of those shocks you've got And those knocks you've got And those blues you've got From that news you've got And those pains you've got (If any brains you've got) From those little radios. So Missus R., with all her trimmin's, Can broadcast a bed from Simmons 'Cause Franklin knows Anything goes. Songwriters: Cole Porter Anything Goes lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc
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