Born in 1951. When I was in college my uncle died and I went home for the funeral. I went to the local shoe store as I needed some new winter boots. I asked to charge them to my parent’s account. The saleslady called upstairs to the accounting office and then turned to me and asked ‘are you in town for your uncle’s funeral?’. I appreciate all that the earlier decades offered us. I am sad that kids these days won’t know the freedoms and the liberties that we knew. Small Town America does still exist but it isn’t as safe or as free as it once was.
Hell, I don't even know my neighbor's name....LOL