I Remember When
Times have changed so much
I remember my father telling me about the olden days when I was a child, now I am telling my son of the olden days. During my fathers younger years there was no federal income tax, gas tax, social security tax and medicare tax to mention a few. The federal government from 1930 to 1950 consumed 3.4 percent of the GDP in 1930 to as high as 43 percent by 1944 during World War 2 and has averaged 18 percent ever since. The Feds have continued deficit spending every year since 1930 .There were only 10 years running a balanced budget .The longest balanced budget from1998 to 2001 under the Republican Congress and Newt Gingrich, Contract With America. I shouldn't forget Bill Clinton signed the bill to balance it.
What ever happened those great automobiles Detroit used to make like the 1971 Buick Riviera or the 1979 Lincoln Town Car. If I remember right those cars were about the length of a football field with a sofa for a front seat. Can you remember the push non motorized lawn mowers or the hedge trimmers that looked like giant scissors.How did my dad cut all that grass with that blade twisting push lawn mower, and those hedges, chop,chop chop, it sounded like a big pair of barber scissors. Speaking of the Barber, what ever happened to those man hangouts? I remember the smell was aftershave lotion and talcum powder. I was amazed when I would watch the barber give a guy a shave with that straight razor, he would take that leather band that hung on the side of the barbers chair and run that razor up and down on it before a shave. My old man would always tell my brother and me to walk to the barber and get a regular haircut. I would always tell him not to take off too much but he always cut it the same, I think my Dad told him to cut it that way.
I lived in Chicago on the west side in the 60's on a block with couple of dozen kids.My dad would tell us about the good old days and now I find myself saying the same thing. In the summer we would ride our bikes from sun up to sun down and many a time play baseball in the alley behind our house. We would chalk lines and bases and have our own world series game, we all were there until dinner calls. My Mom would shout out the back door, Bobby, Colleen, Patrick, Marilyn.......time for dinner! You could hear her a block away and dinner would always disrupt something we were playing. Times were different then, no gang bang shooting, no real drug dealers and most of all we respected authority, Mom, Dad,teacher and police. I wish time were like that again, innocent and decent. I think the good old days are long gone!