The Good Old Days

Tell me, friend, just when all the right and wrong of the good old days were revised and spawned? You recall, those days when kids wore plain old dungarees, collected baseball cards, marbles, comic books, heard radio without TV and we admired men like Captain Kangaroo and John F Kennedy. The days when soldiers from Korea were World War vets and VietNam, Russia and the bomb the greatest threat, flower children and free love oh my, weren't personal delights and fathers still told children stories of kings, queens, and knights and under starry skies, doors remained unlocked every night. Take me back within these fading memories the child naiive as could be with the future waiting patiently, off to grandmas house for her special homemade foods shared holidays kept us happy, content with minor family feuds and rarely was anyone obnoxious, cruel or rude. The days when a gallon of gas was thirty cents and a loaf of bread was a quarter well spent and a bike ride to the corner store with friends held laughter and silly play with innocent intent I remember the old days well, over and over again. 1/9/21