I was at mom's house awhile back(before we entered Iraq to find WMD, restore order, establish democracy, remove an evil dictator, finish this war for those who have died fighting it, etc., etc., blah, blah, blah {and to track down Bin Laden and bring him to justice(remember Bin Laden? Wait! That's Afghanistan!)}) going through some old pictures and things. I found a newspaper from 1968. In this newspaer from 1968 was the daily stories of death and defeat in Viet Nam. There was a picture of a young sargeant looking dirty and tired and emotionally shattered on the front page, rifle in hand. Anyhow, the picture and article brought back a flood of memories from 68. The music, revolution in the air, the the drugs, etc.
What I'm trying to say is...even though the atmosphere of revolution isn't present now, and the music has turned to rage, you should take a few of your newspapers and put them away somewhere. Someday, you'll take them out and have a look...maybe show them to your kid.
Just a thought or two.