On those nights when they were young, they smoked pot in the streets and listened to Dylan in the car and dreamed of the risks they'd take.Read the rest. And learn how to capture wild pigs.
But now, as Baby Boomers grow old, they welcome those police surveillance cameras on the light poles outside their homes, thinking the cameras make them safe. And they rush toward the warm embrace of big government and promised security.
I suppose it's partly a function of age and the caution that comes with it. You see this on the highway. The kid keeps his foot on the gas through the turns. He can't imagine himself as the geezer in the next lane, riding the brakes even when the road runs straight. But age happens, and with it comes uncertainty.
And pray no one means to capture us, too.