NotWal said... It seems we have an example of one of the fundamental cruelties of human nature.
Kids piss on the older generation without really understanding what they are pissing on. They make a lot of noise to assert themselves and spray their wee wee hither and yon. Then they grow up and realize that the old guys were always very little different from young guys like themselves, just packaged differently and with an outlook ameliorated by time and a different experience. Then they get old and get pissed on in their turn.
Didn't James Dean star in a movie about that? He was cool once. You wouldn't piss on him or would you? He died young, left a good looking corpse and an evocation of youth and boundless possibility. He stormed around spraying piss in the general direction of the comfortable and demanding attention, but he was of the past. He would have respected Robby had he lived, like the rest of us who followed Robby through his rock star years. Robby left an indelible impression of athletic skill, and style, and charm. He was a node in the heady milieu of the times. Yeah he was a star when windsurfing stars were a cultural phenomenon.
Piss on it if you like Barn but had you been there you would know how truly futile and ineffectual your pissant histrionics are. But you weren't there were you, so how could you know. Even if you were better than Robby [you] could never be as good as Robby.
With any luck you will get old and there is nothing you can do about that. However it's not all bad. You're no dummy. With the wisdom of age you will learn to check which way the wind blows before you piss, and we hope, acquire the knowledge of when to wear a raincoat.
