Something must have irritated Plain Dealer columnist Dick Feagler this week. Perhaps he passed a car of youths booming their dang hip-hop. Or maybe he went to the movie theater, only to realize that Charlie Chaplin’s “Modern Times” wasn’t still playing. Whatever irked him, Feagler needed to vent. It was time for another look back on his trip to San Francisco during the Summer of Love, 1969, when the hippies killed America.
Contrary to popular opinion, Feagler is not actually Abraham Lincoln’s father. He was only 28 in 1969. Yet he was still a 93-year-old man at heart. In his column, “Summer of Love put us all on a bad cultural trip
,” he laments the decreasing popularity of music from the Renaissance era, the social acceptability of sexual intercourse, and, of course, the evil marijuana, which Feagler once smoked, only to get bored and switch to gin gimlets, the official drink of Alzheimer’s.
It’s a good thing for Feagler that he hasn’t been cognizant of anything that’s happened around him in the past 40 years. He talks about his meeting with the “totally obnoxious” Janis Joplin, as if she had just cut an album with Christina Alguilera.
“My idea of a lead singer was Doris Day,” writes the bard. “Rock ‘n’ roll? When’s the last time you saw a violin in a commercial?” – Jared Klaus