Non Sequitur by Wiley Miller for March 02, 2024

What goes around….

I can’t remember the good old days but I just hope they were better.

“God old days”, A dream of a time that never was.

During the 60’s, the space program made us think that things were going to get better. The 60’s were better than the 30’s and 40’s.

Well, obviously, it’s time to start making fun of the young guys doing whatever it is that young guys do. Like I would know anything about that.

It’s not misremembering, for these guys. Fifty years ago was, in many ways, better than now. Fifty years ago, I was fifty years younger. Bullets bounced off; not so much now.

Though things have improved in many areas. For example, if I had the same standards of health care my father did fifty years ago, I would undoubtedly now be dead for about ten years.

Patrons come and patrons go, but the BAR goes on forever.

They need to set the bar a little higher

These are the good old days.

And nostalgia is not what it used to be.

I wonder why the sign on the door has the “open” side facing in, meaning the “closed” sign is facing out, when, clearly, the bar is open.

The 70’s went by so fast, man.

It was ever thus.

Ah, the circle of life.

They will discover the profound truth of the saying of my friend Koheleth, that there is nothing new under the sun. Vanitas vanitatum—

Guilty of this last night at dinner with friends!!

When my father talked I would stop him and say why do you only talk of the old days. Now I know why.

My parents were half-irritated/ half-amused whenever, as a young child, I asked them, “Tell me about the ‘olden days.’”

Glory days

Some days those memories are golden. Some days something less. The latter are the ones that can hurt.

The circle of life.

Google: It’s Weird Being The Same Age As Old People

Thanks Wiley, now I’m listening to Barbara Streisand and Donna Summer singing “No more tears”.

Disco Lives! Where are my Boogie Boots?

Life is cyclic.

I knew I fit this category decades ago.

I used to fly C-130 aircraft in the late 70’s and early 80’s. As a unit that supported Korea, we had the oldest aircraft in the fleet because we were “expendable” should the war restart. We were a “speed bump” to a North Korean advance. Our unit was expected to have a 75% casualty rate until the rest of the U. S. Military could mobilize into the theater.

I got off active duty in 1982. I later joined the Air National Guard in a non-flying capacity. In 1995 I went to the National Guard Convention in Washington, DC. Lockheed had a display of a C-130 cockpit that was at least two generations ahead of the one I sat in.

It was a “glass cockpit” and fully computerized. I hardly recognized anything in it. My comment was, “I remember when it took a pilot to fly airplanes and not a computer operator. They’ve taken all the fun out of flying.”

In the ‘good old days’, we were young. We didn’t have to worry about paying the bills, taking care of young kids and old parents, saving money for college. We didn’t have to go to work, clean the house, take care of the garden, make the meals, plan and prepare for holidays and events, etc. We did some chores — when told; we went to school and Sunday School [or equivalent], and we played. We wandered around, climbed trees, built a clubhouse, swam in the pond, played pick-up ball, and returned home when it was suppertime. We had a lot of freedom to be young and pretty much carefree. That’s why we remember them as the good old days.

If you can remember the good old, lazy, hazy days of the 1960s – then you didn’t really have any fun!

In the good old days, we would come here and make fun of the young guys making fun of the old guys who couldn’t remember what they were supposed to be grousing about….

Every day now is a reminder that our days are numbered… never crossed my mind when young and invincible..

What we miss is being young, not the bell bottom trousers, Pac-man, cars that broke down or vinyl records that were always scratched

Great! Between this and Mother Goose, I’ve got Edith Bunker singing that theme song in my head.

That sounds like my old mom complaining about all the old people at her family reunion. I had to remind her that she was one of the old people.

Well at least everyone knows your name

Sign outside the door: Tonight 4-7pm only, auditions for the Progressive “Becoming your Parents” commercial.

♫Some time about 25 years from now

When we’ve all grown old from a-wonderin’ how

We’ll all sit down at the city dump

And talk about the goodle days

You pass the joint and I’ll pass the wine

A lot of good things comin’ down the line

A lot of good things went down one time

Back in the goodle days

The goodle days are past and gone

A lot of good people have done gone on

That’s my life when I sing this song about

Back in the goodle days♪

John Hartford

My sign in the garage/shop says, “The Older I Get, The Better I Was”

Not quite as hilarious on this side of the hill is it?

Remember nostalgia? :)

“You can’t return, you can only look — behind from where we came.” (Joni)

“The good old days weren’t always good, and tomorrow isn’t as bad as it seems….”

How you can tell your growing older.

“Those were the days, my friend. We thought they’d never end . . .”

“The good old days weren’t always good. Tomorrow’s not as bad as it seems.” – Billy Joel

It’s possible I might be prejudice, but in a lot of areas, those of us born in the 50’s got the last of the good times. Not on all points, but generally.

We have met the enemy and he is us (Pogo)

I’m still young, it’s my body that’s shot.

“The good old days weren’t always good. And tomorrow’s not as bad as it seems.” – Billy Joel

A toast: To yesterday’s ideals, today’s deeds and tomorrow’s hopes.

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