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 . . .

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