Times Passing

I spoke with a young man of the singer I loved as a young man myself--a woman with angel voice and the long curl-dense hair of a temptress: he had never heard her name. Nor had he ever heard of them, that world beating band whose music we danced to underneath the boardwalk, a stone's throw from the ocean's eternal caressing. "They were famous!" I almost cried out, till I realized his world was not mine. His is living, here, now, breathing-- while mine is lost, dead, revived only in silent reminiscence. So our chat continued-- I asked him about favorite epic movies. Had he seen the one with the brooding man who led the magnificent Arab charge 'gainst the cruel Turk? How about the doctor searching endlessly for Laura across the eternal Russian plains? No, never even heard of them, he said, but then added, in a hopeful tone, he did know about that Civil War movie, though he had never seen it. Truly, all goes away with the wind....