Years ago Margaret Mitchell's prose seemed silly and shallow, failing to give life to a time both hideous and archaic yet portent with still unresolved and still killing us threads.
And even though I had liked the 1st two The Band albums by 1978 I was quitting my job in a retail record store to go form a rock and roll band with like minded fanatics. The Band by that time seemed tired.
Maybe I've been in NYC too long. So long that mainstream artifacts of the past are becoming exotic.
Maybe my pendulum has moved from exploring new vistas to looking at where I've passed before.