Seems like folks spend a lot of time these days complaining about how things are changing or pointing out things that need changing. I’m no exception to the rule. I’m real particular when it comes to making changes to old things and I’m very vocal about how we sometimes handle this thing they call progress.
It seems the term “old fogey” fits me like a glove. Some even say I’m on the verge of being an old stick in the mud. That’s a bit harsh even if it’s true, in my opinion. There’s quite a few of us oldtimers looking back on traditions and habits that have been totally disfigured by some of you young whippersnappers. That diploma you have hanging in your modern-day air-conditioned office doesn’t mean squat when making decisions about something you never experienced.
Some of my ancestors would probably scoff at my ramblings about getting an education in buildings without air conditioning. They would most likely give me a lecture on what it was like going to a one room schoolhouse and walking barefooted five miles one way just to get there. Rain or shine and yes, uphill both ways. Seems the lucky ones had a horse to ride and they hoped it didn’t get loose and head home without them before class let out.
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