Heroes for Ghosts

Heroes for Ghosts

I don’t talk politics much.  And this post isn’t about left or right, or “kids these days” (though it might seem like it for a moment), or about how oddly dysfunctional is our current government.  It’s about Pink Floyd. New neighbors moved into the house next door about a month ago.  I noticed when the old ones moved out because my water bill dropped by 50-75%.  One of the guys next door is the son of the landlord: apparently dad is trying to pull the house out of section 8 because the neighborhood is rising. My new neighbors are recent college graduates.  I know this because of their affection for Pink Floyd and their budding ability to be genial when their next door neighbor says hello.  Whenever they pull off a fairly normal social interaction, I hear one of them remark as they go back to their house that, “That was awesome.” Adulting is fun. What got me thinking about the title of this post was the musical soundtrack to my Saturday afternoon, care of my neighbors.  They were working in the garage, things were still audibly “awesome,” and Floyd’s “Wish you were here” was turned up to 11. “Did you trade your heroes for ghosts?” rang into the rhetorical void of my lawn, and it struck me that yes, we have. I’ve heard the administration of our current president, whom some of my friends refer to with the anagram “Lord Dampnut,” hold Coretta Scott King, wife of civil rights activist Martin Luther King, Jr., up as a symbol of their policies.  Certainly she would approve of their good deeds. Besides the...