Prompted by so much rhetorical comment on social media and those emails, you know the kind; I decided to take a stroll down memory lane and check out the good old days. When were they exactly? You know those halcyon days when the living was easy, and yer mamma was good lookin’? Oh, she wasn’t, pity, but yo’ daddy was rich, right? No, hmm but the good old U.S. of A. was the best country in the world, free and right and …No? Come on. It had to be.
What do you mean? J. Edgar Hoover was a cross-dressing tyrant that abused his power at the FBI so much so that today he would be serving time? Or perhaps you leaned a little too much to the left and felt the need to share in film or what have you; you might be brought up before the House Un-American Activities Committee and have to explain it all to Mr. McCarthy. Are we talking about those good old days?
As a child, I was oblivious to all of the political shenanigans and didn’t have the advantage, if that’s what you’d call it, of hindsight. Life was pretty easy. I had plenty to eat, parents to love and who loved me. There was always Lottie, who like Ethel in Apron Strings and Done Growed Up was the rock I could count on when all else failed. In the good old days of childhood, the good days won out over bad days ten to one.
Life was simpler, not because I was a kid. There were just fewer rules. Everybody wasn’t in such a mad rush. Looking back on the good old days is only a partial look, like anticipating spring for the warm weather, returning birds and flowers and forgetting about the less desirables: ticks, poison ivy and flies. The operative word in the nostalgic journey is “good”. Like spring, there is the good and the bad, and we do ourselves a disservice if we don’t look at both. Do not worry, I will do my utmost to keep things in balance.