The Ponderings of a Big Foot Buddha

2003-05-13 - 10:30 p.m.

I miss the olden days

And they aren’t that far-gone either. Which olden days am I talking about you ask. Well the olden days to which I refer are the ones when:

I had no mortgage or rent let alone two mortgages.

I had one well running vehicle instead of three in constant need for repair.

I could go to the movies on a whim instead of having to save up for three months first ($10 to $15 for a matinee? Come on give me a break).

I could gas up the truck and buy a coke for a road trip & still have change of a $20.

Getting together with your friends on the weekend usually meant a BBQ not that all of you scheduled your Internet time at the same time.

Corner Mom & Pop stores were to be found everywhere instead of the mega mega stores with the same stuff in each one crowding out everyone else but the other mega mega stores.

I was a youngling instead of nearly the wise elder of the clan (& I’m not that old yet either sadly enough).

Owning a horse and having room for him/her at the house was considered a necessity not a luxury or something for the idle rich.

The Christmas shopping season in stores started in the last weeks of November not the two weeks before Halloween.

Someone being stabbed, shot or turns up missing made province wide news instead of being so common it gets glossed over for more interesting news.

We had three channels of TV with good shows on instead of 50 channels of crap on any given night.

Building explosives and explosive devices was something only a few of us unusually educated people knew how to do, not something any one of 100, 000 young kids with an Internet connection can now do in the basement.

Finding someone you felt an attraction to that lead to an intimate weekend wasn’t so likely to get you dead either from a fatal disease or a psycho former lover.

Wondering if my genetically engineered mutant steak and veggies was going to cause long lasting hereditary problems for my kids all in the name of big business and more profit.

Handmade/homemade was considered better and not junk compared to bought goods.

Sticking up for someone one the street meant some harsh words and not scars I’ll carry the rest of my life from a nut jobs knife (hitting a woman around me is still a very unwise & unhealthy move for you regardless of the risk to myself).

Was everything perfect in the “olden” days?  Heck no! of course not.
Has nothing gotten better over the years? Heck ya!
But nonetheless there are still things I miss from growing up that have fallen by the wayside that I think we as a civilization are poorer for having lost.

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