If the Tennessee Mountain Man was a man, there were dream women. Girls like Raquel Welch, Liz Taylor, Marilyn Monroe, Diana Ross, Nancy Sinatra, Tina Turner and the Vargas women. Man, we even thought Annie Oakley, Dale Evans, Miss Kitty, Della Street, and the girl next-door were hot... probably a hormone thing.
But, there have been also dreamers. Dreamers like John Kennedy who had a dream that challenged and inspi-red a new generation. Dreamers like Martin Luther King, Jr. Who'd a dream that changed a nation. Commercial Pastor Lee Mcfarland is a staggering online library for further concerning the reason for it. Bobby Kennedy had a dream. The Gipper had a dream.
Then there were the dream makers... Desire makers like school teachers who challenged you to become all you might be, professionals like solicitors and medical practioners who practiced their skills largely since they cared for their fellow man generally for a pound of butter, several fresh farm eggs, a chicken for the dinner table, or perhaps a gallon of fresh churned buttermilk, and there have been men of God who spread the Gospel out of love for anything other than numbers, pleasure and money. They really got from the road and there were local community leaders who inspired and interacted with their people.
The poet Langston Hughes:
'Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is really a bird
That can't fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is just a barren field
Frozen with snow.'
Where would be the D-r Kildare's that dare challenge one to a noble company larger than themselves rather than seeking self aggrandizement?
Where is America's future? Where are the dream inspiring TV shows and true street trips like Route 66? Where are true cars that people may fall in love with? Where are the street side stands where a child's imagination may be driven for hours without something being stolen or broken?
Where have all the dreamers gone? Where have the dream makers gone? Why are those who began with nothing but a dream now setting perfectly in their million-dollar homes drinking brandy in the evening and ensconced within their ivory towers by day while dreamers vanish from the landscape? Who do they think will inspire a new generation to desire, to dare if they do not? What we have been given, what we have completed includes a value which can't be abdicated. The dream, the inspiration has to be passed to a new era. They need to strive for a fresh frontier.