![]() ![]() So, blessed be for those unleashed Les Pauls, for thumping bass riffs, for singers going where the suited adults wouldn’t. It was a kind of “Deer Hunter” state of mind. ![]() ![]() embassy workers hostage in Tehran.įor me, an ever-curious seventeen-year-old in the foothills of Pasadena, California, those flickering images, as well as other dismaying ones - the victims of crisscrossing serial killers, dying steel towns, Soviet tanks rolling into Afghanistan - seeded doubts about pretty much everything concerning the future. ![]() How a January than began hopefully with Terry Bradshaw’s aw-shucks glee after winning a Super Bowl in Miami metastasized in November into rage and disbelief at the righteous scowl of Iran’s Ayatollah Khomeini, who proclaimed “Death to America” as his followers took U.S. To this day, the expressions remain amber in memory: the knotted foreheads of Pennsyl vanians near the meltdown at the Three-Mile Island nuclear-power plant Jimmy Carter’s clenched grin realizing circumstance would relegate him to a one-termer. It was the faces that slayed you that year, when the only reason for a belly-laugh was a Robin Williams standup act. ![]()
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