How far back is the good old days? I remember listening, when I was very young, to Hopalong Cassidy and Roy Rogers on the radio. We lived in a duplex and I shared a bedroom with my younger brother and sister. Was that the good old days? My school years were spent moving from place to place, with my dad always changing jobs. That didn't seem like the best times. I remember that the air was dirty and coal soot would collect on the snow. There may be adventure and promise in the future, but there is comfort and nostalgia in looking back, although our memory is selective. How could it be so good when it wasn't in color?
Yeah, I'm teasing some. But all in all, I choose today.