Oh how I long for the halcyon days when politics were a matter for my parents to worry over, when a simple ice cream sandwich was a more than ample reward for being good all week, when real money was a 50 cent piece.
those were the good old days, that’s for sure. A+++
When I visited my grandparents in the summer my grandfather would always have my table setting ready; cereal, juice, & a half grapefruit sectioned & ready w/ a grapefruit spoon on top. There was always a 50 cent piece under the grapefruit.
Those were the halcyon days.These days,not so much.