The good ole days …
Growing up, our home had no A/C during summer.
We had three TV channels: ABC, NBC, and a static filled CBS.
FM was not around. AM was Top 40, Country, EZ Listening or Religious.
Movies. Two theaters, one screen each. One theater was constantly shut down for showing after-hours porn.
Internet? Are you kidding?
The military filled ranks with a draft.
At night, the overhead clouds often turned bright orange as molten iron slag was dumped into the river.
To earn enough money to enroll in college, I worked the coal fields. Strip-mining. I worked with the explosives crew, where we blew the tops off mountains to access the vein of coal.
Black lung? What’s that? Most everyone smoked 3 packs a day, anyway.
When we went on picnics, we always brought Jarts. The most lethal toys ever. Banned now.
It was what is was, certainly not golden.
Nobody knew what tomorrow would bring.
Still that way.