So, we're all older now. Most of us have gained weight and lost hair. What hair remains on our heads tends to be gray, white, or silver.
Beyond these superficial changes, however, those of us who contributed to building Rolling Stone magazine over 30 years ago remain much as we were.
A few of our crowd have become famous, rich, successful to a degree that few attain in any era.
Others of us have been reasonably successful, living more or less normal middle-class American lives.
And the rest of us are dead. Like Hunter.
Reunions have never been my thing. But this is a season of reunions for me. The 30th reunion of the Michigan Mafia. The 30the reunion of RS's departure from SF. Earlier this year, Mother Jones' 30th anniversary.
These things go on and on.
The older you get, the more you try to go back in time. When you are young, by contrast, you can't wait to grow up, to be older.
That is a human dilemma. We rarely seem to be capable of appreciating our current age and circumstances. Yet, that is what we have now, not back then or not necessarily in the future.
Live in this moment.
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