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Some Things Just Ain'T the Same

I suppose the musings that I shall immortalize upon this page, Will make it somewhat easy for folks to estimate my age. But o'er the years it has become very plain to me, That some things just ain't the same as they used to be! The times they are a-changin', that I can understand. Many dandy contrivances have overwhelmed the land. Most are great for the conveniences that each brings, But the things whereof I speak are common, everyday things The lowly hamburger for example, has lost its old-time taste. Today, you're served a thin, frozen patty prepared with haste! Haircuts, neck shaves and powder were usual in a barber's chair. Now, a "hair stylist" creates a disaster with my graying hair! The cola I savored as a lad has lost its nose-tingling fizz. A "new and improved" potable was brewed by some college whiz. How I relished a milkshake made in a shiny Hamilton Blender. Now, a soft ice cream concoction is the best they can render! We've forgotten simple phrases like "thank you" and "please." And "excuse me" used to be proferred with such gracious ease. Now, I'm all for real progress, I most heartily proclaim, But, consarn it! Too many simple things just ain't the same! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)

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Date: 7/13/2010 7:54:00 PM
You had to remind me about age didn't you, Bob. I like my hair cut a certain way. After I got up here nobody could do it. I finally found a barber who did it perfect. Now he has sold out and moved so I do it my self. I am so happy to hear about your twin granddaughters.I hope they can find jobs.Our granddaughter graduated college as a teacher and can't find a school.She can have one if she goes to another town but it is probably 70 miles from boy friend.Will put the girls in my prayers, Cile
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