You really ought to pause and wonder just how different the world might be today if in that crucial moment things had gone in a wholly different direction.
A single moment can set the course for all of the moments that follow, a definite future plucked from an infinite array of possibilities.
I mean, of course, that moment when Mr. McGuire, in the guise of Walter Brooke turns to Benjamin Braddock, for what if he had said “I want to say just one word to you: Ecology” and when asked what he meant, he would add “There’s a great future in ecology. Think about it.”
As I was cutting up our breakfast fruit this morning, the name Lynette “Squeaky” Fromme came to mind.
I would have thought it would be Cesar Chavez, given half the fruit was from California, and I had no thought of Gerald Ford or any Republican President, never before at least one full cup of coffee and generally not even then, but there she was.
There was no reason for it, nothing squeaked, I hadn’t seen the new movie loosely about Charles Manson, and I couldn’t picture her face, which is just as well, but there her name was and I have spent the better part of the day musing on why, in what is already an upside-down world, a world where we have as much to fear from our leaders as our enemies, and it is ever harder to tell which is who, yet she came to mind, and I have to conclude, before the whole day is wasted in the effort, that it had something to do with mangoes.