One is silver, one is gold

They say nostalgia is what it used to be; I’m sorry, but nostaglia hasn’t changed one wit in milienia.

I often think of time, as in years or eras. Living in my sixth decade, I can remember easily what came 50 years before. The world has changed by leaps and bounds since the late 1960s.

Sure, we all marvel at how easy life is made by man’s inventions—making things quicker, smaller . . .

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