Remember when life really sucked

I yearn for the good old days. Happier times when you could still marry your cousin. When child labor kept the kids off the streets. The Irish had their own neighborhoods. Prostitutes and Sunday’s chicken dinner cost the same. The fear of God kept you from killing anybody unless it was in the name of God. Cocaine was a common medical remedy for ailments like fatigue, impotence, pain and general malaise. Well, people still take it for the same reasons but now it’s illegal. People didn’t talk in theaters when they played silent movies. The free press newspapers were the social media of the day.

Fifty years from now someone is going to yearn for the good old days when your cousin was any one of the thirty people considered extended family after your parents married three or four times. Gang violence gave the kids something to do. Everybody wanted to be Irish only one day a year. When prostitutes were discussed over Sunday’s dinner of fried chicken. God was never discussed unless you didn’t want to die, or you wanted to win the lottery. Cocaine was a lot cheaper and there were theaters to talk in. Social media had rules on what you could talk about.