I really, REALLY want to be a time traveller. I want to escape and never come back. I’m turning into a grumpy, cynical, intolerant old man and I hate it. I think it’s natural (for most of us) to look back upon our childhoods with some nostalgia as we age. I am seventy years old and I know that I do it, often.
In retrospect I grew up at an idyllic time in our Nation’s history, the baby-boom years of post World War II. You know, the generation that is responsible for all of our current problems. Unfortunately, there is more than a modicum of truth in that provocative statement. Meaculpa I’m afraid.
The 1950s were not perfect. Many of the social problems we have today were simply kept out of sight when I was a kid—ignorance is bliss. However, ignorance is no excuse and in…
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