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I had a warm wave of nostalgia wash over me, almost to the point I could remember, to the point of actually feeling what it felt like at that time. As if I could taste it.
That is a wonderful thing, that “golden” nostalgia. I thank God for the gift of memory, and that I have been given good things to remember. It nearly makes getting older worthwhile...:)
Of course, it might well have been gray and gritty in the Seventies with the bad clothes, the rusting cars, and the shortages of gasoline, but...I don’t think I will ever get myself to remember that!