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September 27, 2006


Wow, that's a great essay coming from a 16 year old! And I think I recognize your voice there, so you haven't changed - only improved of course!

We've still got the LP of Hair, by the way! Even I thought it was radical when it came out. Our daughters were rather shocked that Mom and Dad would have that record, heh!

"Older people (those 'over 30') are confused by the strange and radical ideas of our youth."

Yes we are, my young one, yes we are.


Nothing to be embarrassed of, Beth. You were writing so much better than I was at that age!

oh my god, it sounds so awful to me. But thanks, Dave and Marja-Leena! And Teju - you make me laugh!

God, unbelievable courage. I can't even *look* at things I wrote when I was sixteen, let alone post them :-)

Believe me, the poetry went straight into the recycling bin and has been picked up by the truck. I was horrified!

Amazing. I didn't *write* anything when I was 16.

I know I'd be embarrassed by some of the things I wrote at 16. But your essay is thoughtful and well-written. If it didn't get an A, it was your teacher's problem.

My daughter Sarah is a senior at Knox College in Galesburg, IL, and on that campus there are many idealistic students. One of her friends is actually a member of the Industrial Workers of the World (I hadn't realized the Wobblies were still around.) Sarah is trying to combine her writing skills with her love of nature and become an environmental writer (though she's still writing poetry).

Maybe it's just because of my contact with my children (ages 22, 21, and 16) and their friends, that I have a lot of hope for the younger generation.

Thanks for this comment, Steve. I know some terrific, idealistic kids too, and they do give me hope. Best of luck to your daughter and tell her to work hard on her writing - it's one of the most powerful ways to make a difference, and that's unlikely to change!

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