Good ol' nostalgia.
I often hear folks pine away about the "good old days". When I do, I wonder, "When, exactly, were those good old days?".
Lately, I've been thinking our tendacy toward this kind of thinking is just a sympton of getting older.
I mean, "the good old days" never really existed, did they?
I think what we actually miss is our own personal innocence.
We didn't know what the world was. We didn't know that the world was ugly, full of danger.
Basically the "good old days" were only good if you were white, male, Christian, played along with your government, or weren't old enough to know better.
But, even then, how good was it if you couldn't be yourself?
If we go back to those idealyc days, does that mean we go back to the persecution of anything different? Well, I for one, don't want to go!
And, yeah. I just get a kick out these old smoking videos :-)