WHEN ARE THE GOOD OLD DAYS?
It seems I've been hearing more and more people my age talking about the good old days lately. Maybe it's because of the pandemic or maybe it's because we're getting close to (or some of us have tipped over) 70. When I hear that and in the examples they give, it mostly refers to the 1950s. I remember those years. I was born in 1951, and I remember watching Roy Rogers and The Lone Ranger on TV on Saturday afternoons. My Dad was in the Navy and until I was seven, my Mom stayed at home. She started working then as a secretary, a profession she had trained for and in which she had worked for 10+ years before she was married. When we lived in Norfolk, we were just a mile from Oceanview Amusement Park and my friends and I were allowed to walk to the amusement park with an older teen babysitter and ride the rides or go to the beach. I even visited a friend who lived in the apartments on the beach there and we went to the beach alone with her when I was 10. I remember going to...