Then wilt thou speak of banqueting delights,
Of masks and revels which sweet youth did make.

It was a face beyond childhood, yet this side of belonging to a woman. I thought her anywhere between sixteen and thirty; as it turned out, she was shy two months of her nineteenth birthday.

The Me Decade and the Third Great Awakening

A glorious place, a glorious age, I tell you! A very Neon Renaissance—And the myths that actually touched you at that time—not Hercules, Orpheus, Ulysses and Aeneas—but Superman, Captain Marvel, Batman.

The Life—that feeling—The Life—the late 1940s early 1950s American Teenage Drive-In Life.