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I am out of touch. No question. A number of those in my age group here understand it full well.
In the summer an old horse drawn cart with a canted bed came down our street selling produce. The wagon was cobbled together and had mismatched wheel sets. The old man had a retard young man helping. They both made an honest way and were respected. Today, the government would take charge by condemning the operation at multiple levels and then giving them aid.
We had a refrigerator but two doors down had an ice box and put a sign in the window on ice days. Another horse wagon and a similar crew. Government results would have been similar. The people with the ice box had a gold star in their window and we kids avoided bothering them and our parent made sure we were very respectful.
I lived in a city that billed itself the crossroads of America and that was still the age of steam. A fresh winter snow would be black by noon. Could the EPA shut that down? I doubt it.
There was the knife sharpener that came down the alley and the bums that showed up at our back door that my mother always fed. In all that, in summer we played outside from morning to night without fear of being the 6 o'clock news lead.
What I just said is strange or weird to many of you. You have no connection to it. I can't set it aside. Yet, I ended up being a computer consultant before retirement. Funny world.
We grandkids would always pester Grams and her sister to "Tell us about the good old days." and darned if they didn't sound quaint.
P.S. I was born in 1940. That was just before the austerity that the war engendered. Honest, we didn't get around in Conestoga wagon. A few years later, things took off. What I described didn't last long but it is a memory.
In the summer an old horse drawn cart with a canted bed came down our street selling produce. The wagon was cobbled together and had mismatched wheel sets. The old man had a retard young man helping. They both made an honest way and were respected. Today, the government would take charge by condemning the operation at multiple levels and then giving them aid.
We had a refrigerator but two doors down had an ice box and put a sign in the window on ice days. Another horse wagon and a similar crew. Government results would have been similar. The people with the ice box had a gold star in their window and we kids avoided bothering them and our parent made sure we were very respectful.
I lived in a city that billed itself the crossroads of America and that was still the age of steam. A fresh winter snow would be black by noon. Could the EPA shut that down? I doubt it.
There was the knife sharpener that came down the alley and the bums that showed up at our back door that my mother always fed. In all that, in summer we played outside from morning to night without fear of being the 6 o'clock news lead.
What I just said is strange or weird to many of you. You have no connection to it. I can't set it aside. Yet, I ended up being a computer consultant before retirement. Funny world.
We grandkids would always pester Grams and her sister to "Tell us about the good old days." and darned if they didn't sound quaint.
P.S. I was born in 1940. That was just before the austerity that the war engendered. Honest, we didn't get around in Conestoga wagon. A few years later, things took off. What I described didn't last long but it is a memory.