Thank you for your [column] “Blockbuster fading away.” This inspired a reverie of lost days of Jiffy Pop stovetop and talking to the people you were with instead of texting others while offering only cursory acknowledgement of those present with you. Today will not be chronicled in a Proustian conversation with tea and madeleines.
Not a septuagenarian yet, but our remembrance of things past haunt us as every guidepost and familiar marking weather and fade — working hard in high school would get you into a good college, and after working hard in college, one could find a good job, thinking our elected representatives actually represented us or our nation’s interests instead of their own or their family’s financial interests, that the people revered the Constitution and were protective of it and our history no matter how awkward or politically incorrect — things changed.
Some time ago I heard an interview of Alvin Toffler, author of “Future Shock.” Although the book is decades old (think Woodstock generation), it foretold the future of technology and the impact on the planet in general. Some stuff Toffler got right, and some not, but in answering the commentator’s question on what surprised Toffler most after the book was released, he said it was not so much the changes that occurred but the rate at which they occurred.
I thought his answer was not only profound but scary. The roots of our nation — family, religion, community — are eroding rapidly. I, too, am sad about the loss of Blockbuster, but we have lost and are losing so much more.