I was born in 1966, grew up in NYC during the Son of Sam and “Ford to NY: Go to Hell” 70’s. I went through my late teen and early 20’s through the 80’s marked by Bernie Goetz,Wilding and Crown Heights Riots.My youth was marked by widespread crime, corruption and strife.
For me,the good old days didn’t arrive until the 90’s with Rudy Giuliani, Joe Torre, a booming economy and a crack down on crime.
After 911 and Bloomberg, I relocated to Texas to finally escape the entrenched, permanent democrat hell.
It’s hard for some of us to imagine a good old days when we’ve spent nearly our entire lives dodging bullets, fighting with “Holder’s People” and dealing with the democrats EVERYDAY.
(Do NOT worry Texans...I loathe the Democrats and the only change to Texas I would make is to permanently relocate the lefties OUT of Texas)
Born 1956 grew up on Long Island, NY. Rode bikes everywhere and no helmets. Slept often outside in tents summer nights with friends. We even had a short prayer in public schools until after 3rd grade. Would shovel snow and cut grass for a little extra spending cash. There was more discipline yet a better quality of freedom in a much safer and saner enviroment.
Well yeah, its hard to imagine what you didn't experience. I grew up in the fifties and by comparison to anything since it was indeed a halcyon era. Leftists strive mightily to tell you it never was like that--"Leave it to Beaver" never existed they say. Well, no, mothers didn't do housework in high heels and pearls like June Cleaver but the rest actually happened.
Poeple went to church, went to work, joined Boy Scouts and played Little League, families saw movies together at the drive in, joined bowling leagues; left doors unlocked, cars parked along the street with windows open in the summer (no AC in most cars, but nobody even missed it) and keys hanging in the ignition.
Life for minorities was better then than it has been since, even though they have more money now, they have lost the community cohesion that kept them together, with intact families and lower crime rates.
The postwar era was perhaps the best time to come of age that America ever saw, and almost certainly will never see again. Almost overnight, as the decade turned to the sixties, the wheels began to come off, and we have never recovered.