Can you dig it?

I can dig it, he can dig it, she can dig it, we can dig it, they can dig it, you can dig it, oh, let's dig it! Can you dig it, baby? I can dig it, he can dig it, she can dig it, we can dig it, they can dig it, you can dig it, oh, let's dig it! Can you dig it, baby? I remember hearing this song (Grazin' in the green grass) when I was but 14-15 years old. Talk about a cool time in my life! Talk about a cool time everywhere, but, Vietnam, actually. Back then, the mideast was pretty much camels and sand. The music was a reflection of how people felt. HAPPY! Generally. Although I do admit I was raised in a comfortable middle class home, with a Mom who greeted me every day after school with a snack and a load of questions about my day. Sit down dinners with the entire family was the usually, every night. My Dad was in the FBI and used to come home, and take his pistol off and set it on the counter behind him at the dinner table. Loaded. If one of my kids came home and told me they had dinner at someone's house and the Dad there had a loaded gun on the counter behind him, I would certainly think my kid was carousing with Gangsters! I was raised on Gillgan's Island, My Three Sons, and Donna Reed. Today kids have MTV - E Channel, that is keeping up with Britney Spears and Paris Hilton's latest "exposure" moment. Don't get me wrong, I like many things about "today" - but it does seem we are diluting some of the good stuff into a forgotten closet we long ago closed off. But, this is how it is. Life I mean. We evolve away all the time. Its like I still remember when Michael Jackson wasn't dangerously weird to kids under 18. But hey, now he has a lucky nose!