I feel your pain.<quoted text>Thet sounds like it was fer usns before all you ole smelly ones changed everthang han took the peace han dignity away.
I miss those good 'ol days too.
Do what I do - as life steals your speed, quickness, flexibility, memory, and hair,
When remembering "back in the day", feel free to "enhance" your memories of how many touchdowns you scored when playing high school football, how many hits you had in baseball, how cute that cheerleader was that finally went up in the hayloft with you,
remember all those family and friends, who as, Springsteen says have "fallen in their tracks",
and suddenly, it's damn good to have another chance to be with the next generation of family and friends, even if we are now the "old folks".
This year, Mom's gone, so no more home cooked,(and very dry), turkey.
instead its Brasstown Valley for Thanksgiving Dinner - it's the start of a new tradition.
Thankfully, they carry Makers Mark bourbon and you can have a cigar on the patio.
Happy Thanksgiving to all.