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I wrote this after a conversation with a friend on the past, when we had almost nothing materialistically but believed we were rich just living in a free country and how we shared sports equioment, fed strangers, left our doors open all night and never really knew fear.

Remember when times were so hard Families could barely make ends meat But if a stranger came too your door He’d be offered something to eat Getting into a fight in the park With the kid who lived next door Dads just joking about the fight And you became friends forever more. Reading hospital admissions in the paper Finding a neighbor on the list Stopping in to visit him Letting him know that he was missed High school football at the stadium And listening to the band The whole town filled the seats If you were late you had to stand. When you stopped at a department store They called you by your name Now you are just an account number The times are not the same There was a connection between each one A sense of belonging in every way We shared our dreams a common love We were mode human than we are today.

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Susan Ashley

Date: 10/9/2022 7:01:00 AM

Dear Vince, how fortunate for you to have lived with such a sense of security and community. I share your memories and remember well the same widespread community camaraderie growing up. It still exists today (I still live in such a neighborhood) but it exists here in shrinking islands among the city's shifting population tide. Your nostalgic sentiments are beautifully expressed and portray a gentle considerate time when forging bonds strengthened the spirit of the people. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan

Michael Tor

Date: 9/22/2022 8:32:00 AM

Those were special times Vince. I remember and try to live by this era. A favorite my friend a joy to read and appreciate.