Nice piece of work, Ed. I can remember back when my Dad and his pals would wax on about their good old days. Back then, I thought my ears would bleed from all their jawing and wondering how in the hell those days could be considered 'good'. I can see the picture from the other side now days. It seems no matter how much worse/in convenient/backward, or strange those good old days are, they're still filled with fond memories of those things that were so different and often better. Thanks for the brief walk down memory lane.
