Don't ask for whom the bell tolls.

It tolls for thee.


You know what was not tolling that day, back in 1985?
Mobile phones.

Not a single smartphone in that crowd, and look at them.  LOOK AT THEM.

They were ecstatic.  High on drugs, maybe, but still just really brilliantly happy.  Rocking their faces right off of their faces.

If you could have the same concert today, which you can't of course, but if you could, I guarantee you it's way more subdued.  Bizarre behavior, like people absorbing the scene by monitoring their twitter feed and seeing how the people around them are reacting to the music on social media, even though the music is RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEM.  Looking down, not up.  Awful.

Cranksgiving is right around the corner, folks.
Join together, I beg you, with your friends, family, pets, and most definitely your buddies and your 2-wheeled steed.  All that time which you will never get back.

Break away for an afternoon and ride something terrible, something you've been wanting to do for a while now but you were afraid of.  Something in the rain, or at night, or in another state that you shouldn't probably try to do - do it anyway.  Spend some quality time, phone-less, not looking down but actually in the real world, the universe itself which only exists in the six inches in front of your face.

At long last, log back in to reality, full sprint, looking up, up, up.