posted on Dec, 22 2005 @ 04:34 PM
Growing up in the late 'fifties - early sixties', I for one had plenty of "heroes".
From John Wayne, James Dean, Dean Martin to Bogart, Cagney and Raft, as I kid I would imagine myself to be the "hero" of the day living out the
fantasy that enveloped and shaded my childhood reality.
Of course, I also had my sports heros and living in the Motor City, Detroit, I had plenty to admire as heroes; Al Kaline, Norm Cash, Bill Freehan and,
my favorite Detroit Tiger of them all, Rocky Calovito. And on the Ice, Detroit Red Wings topped my list of "heroes; Gordie Howe, Alex Delvechio,
Terry Sawchuck and "the Captain", Stevie Yzerman!
Of course, as I kid, I was enamored with John F. Kennedy and the whole Kennedy clan. In those days, I was idealistic enough to actually believe that
there were actually others who dreamed of "something better" and that someone else would dream and say "why not"? Of course, I grew older, wiser
and disillusioned about the truth behind the sort of people that are involved in politics and the actual motivation of government and politics.
Nevertheless, I admired JFK, I also liked Richard M. Nixon (he stopped the draft when my number was "008), otherwise I would have been drafted and
the US military was on a tour of SouthEast Asia at the time. But alas, my admiration is limited to excaping a stint int the military and believing
that I might have shared the same dream of what America could have been.
I also admired the original 7 astronauts. True heroes in the heart of a young boy in the sixties with the courage and spirit to keep a kid glued to
his transistor radio for every second of every space launch.
There are too many heroes for me to choose. But at least we had some genuine heroes to emulate. I feel sorry for this generation.