THE SEVENTIES WEREN'T ALL BAD

In fact, over lunch this morning (well, it was a few minutes before noon and I want to be exact), my wife and I were waxing over our Chevy Vega and the good times we had in that car. Tooling around town (that's what we called it then), taking a trip over Spring Break to Florida when our son was one. We also took one of his grandmothers with us. Drive-In movies with him in a totally unsafe car seat called a pumpkin or punkin' in SoIL, but remember it was the '70's thankfully before Jimmy Carter. Remember the '70's weren't all good either.

But one thing that was really good, that has no respect today in any literary circles was the book Jonathan Livingston Seagull. It should at least be a childrens' classic.

It has a great story about individualism tucked into a story about self-improvement and goal setting. It's about being different. And rising above the crowd. What's wrong with that?

If you haven't thought about JLS, then you haven't been near an ocean lately, or you haven't read the book. A former fellow teacher and dept. head recently asked me to join some kind of organization that pushes for certain books to be included as classics.

Yep. I'm pulling for Seagull. It's been disrespected too long.