A quote from The Economist supported a strong belief of mine: “What comes after is not always progress.”
Maybe I’m just getting cranky in my later years, but here are but a few examples of my love for the good old days.
I enjoyed hand-cranking my car windows more than pushing a button that never stops the window at my desired position.
I enjoyed going to my mailbox and getting a handwritten note from a close friend. Somehow, an email doesn’t leave me with the same warm feeling.
I enjoyed hiding out — no friends worried about my health just because I didn’t immediately respond to their text or email.
I enjoyed spontaneously going to a movie theater without waiting in line to be assigned a seat. I can find my own darn seat, even in the dark. And boy, I’d love to find an old fashioned drive-in theater where I can hand-crank my car window halfway down to attach the raspy speaker.
I enjoyed the old-fashioned Lifesavers (particularly the lime and lemon) more than the new version where watermelon is the green color — and who knows what the yellow is supposed to be.
I enjoyed knowing how to operate my television with no fancy remote. Three channels, rabbit ears, Andy Griffith, Chester and Kitty, SNL when it was funny, and stove-popped popcorn with extra butter.
What do you think?
Lonely old goat