Good morning and welcome to Summit Up, the world’s only daily column thinking kids should never lose their ideals.We attended a roundtable featuring high school students this week, and while we appreciated their willingness to speak out on worldly issues, we had to giggle when one student mentioned that love might solve the world’s problems (like disease, war and racism).This sweet kind of idealism sent us reeling back to the ages when we shared those illusions of a perfect world: flowers, sunshine and clouds made of candy. Then, we graduated from high school and went to college, where we learned to be even more idealistic. Not only can love save the world, we thought, love has to! There is no other choice!So, we grew our hair long and stopped shaving and added “man” as a suffix to every sentence. We subscribed to anti-social magazines and never washed our clothes and stuck it to “the man” by honking when we drove by golf courses. We voted for Ross Perot and Ralph Nader and put Bob Marley on endless repeat in our living room.Amazingly enough, we graduated from college. We felt confident with that degree in our hand, confident enough to apply for jobs and, better yet, get a job. We dated and broke up with people we never should have dated in the first place. We abandoned the cushions of youth for the pins of the reality. Truly, that’s when we learned to be a cynic. And since that moment, our cynicism has grown.Now, as in right now, if you asked us to solve all the world’s problems, we’d still tell you love is the best solution. But now we know that love demands forms be submitted in triplicate. Plus, there is a love tax, and once you bring love into the equation, you are liable for the condition of love if the love ever gets damaged or destroyed. So while we believe love can solve the world’s problems, we also believe you just need about a dozen highly-paid attorneys to accompany it at all times. So what will fix the world? Love and Johnny Cochran … man.***Every so often, a voice on the old newsroom police scanner catches our attention. Today, it was a dispatcher reporting that a child had told his father that “six kids jumped another kid outside of school.”It had been a while since we had heard about an old-fashioned schoolyard brawl. We hope nobody got seriously hurt, and we hope the fighters ended up in the principal’s office. At least, that’s what happened to us in the fourth grade when we punched Hank Newman for stealing our spot at the lunch table.But we wonder, do bullies still steal milk money, or do they just take iPods these days?***It’s Saturday, and we’re hoping for a blue-bird day we can enjoy (even though Summit Up never really gets a day off). E-mail us at firstname.lastname@example.org … man.
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