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remember

Black and
White
   
 
Black and
White
(Under age 45? You
won’t understand.)
   
  You could
hardly see for all the snow,
Spread the rabbit
ears as far as they go.
‘Good Night,
David.
  
 
Good Night,
Chet.’
My Mom used to cut
chicken, chop eggs and spread mayo on the same cutting
board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn’t
seem to get food poisoning.
My Mom used to
defrost hamburger on the counter and I used to eat it
raw sometimes, too. Our school sandwiches were wrapped
in wax paper in a brown paper bag, not in ice pack
coolers, but I can’t remember getting
e.coli.
Almost all of us
would
Have rather gone
swimming in the lake instead of a pristine pool (talk
about boring), no beach closures then.
The term cell
phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and
a pager was the school PA system.
 We all took gym,
not PE… and risked permanent injury with a pair of
high top Ked’s (only worn in gym) instead of having
cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and
built in light reflectors.  I can’t recall any
injuries but they must have happened because they tell
us how much safer we are now.
Flunking gym was
not  an option… Even for stupid kids! I guess PE
must be much harder than gym.
Speaking of
school, we all said prayers and sang the national
anthem, and staying in detention after school caught all
sorts of negative attention.
   
  We must
have had horribly damaged psyches. What an archaic
health system we had then. Remember school
nurses?
  
 Ours wore a hat
and everything.
I thought that I
was supposed to accomplish something before I was
allowed to be proud of myself.
I just can’t
recall how bored we were without computers, Play
Station, Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital TV cable
stations.
  
    
 
Oh yeah… And
where was the Benadryl and sterilization kit when I got
that bee sting? I could have been killed!
We played ‘king of
the hill’ on piles of gravel left on vacant construction
sites, and when we got hurt, Mom pulled out the 48-cent
bottle of mercurochrome (kids liked it better because it
didn’t sting like iodine did) and then we got our butt
spanked.
  
    
 
Now it’s a trip to
the emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of a $99
bottle of antibiotics, and then Mom calls the attorney
to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious
pile of gravel where it was such a threat.
  
    
 
We didn’t act up
at the neighbor’s house either; because if we did we got
our butt spanked there and then we got our butt spanked
again when we got home.
  
    
 
I recall Donny
Reynolds from next door coming over and doing his tricks
on the front stoop, just before he fell off.
Little did his Mom
know that she could have owned our house.
Instead, she
picked him up and swatted him for being such a goof. It
was a neighborhood run amuck.
  
    
 
To top it off, not
a single person I knew had ever been told that they were
from a dysfunctional family.
How could we
possibly have known that?
We needed to get
into group therapy and anger management
classes.
We were obviously
so duped by so many societal ills, that we didn’t
even
notice that the
entire country wasn’t taking Prozac!
How did we ever
survive?
 
LOVE TO ALL 
OF US WHO SHARED THIS ERA; AND TO ALL WHO DIDN’T, SORRY 
FOR WHAT YOU MISSED. I WOULDN’T TRADE IT FOR 
ANYTHING!
Pass this to 
someone and remember that life’s most simple pleasures 
are very often the 
best.


_______________________

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