Looking back at the 1970s, through the x-ray lens of time. My inspiration is a scene from Saturday Night Fever, on the dance floor. I always think of the 1970s as the days of the Weimar Republic, US style. The party was exuberant and flamboyant, after all the Vietnam War was finally over; and the inflation was rampart and chaotic. The question always was, would we survive, or go down and collapse, in a blaze of drug-tinged glory? Like the ultimately practical people we are, after a long drawn out debate and conversation, we chose survival.