I, for one, have long been skeptical of most references to the so-called good old days.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m as nostalgic as the next guy. Like most everyone else, I have fond memories of the past, especially now that I’m in my eighth decade.† But I also try to remind myself that life wasn’t all peaches and cream in the days of yore. And when I examine the true history of American society in the years preceding my own lifetime, the less idyllic it all seems.
One example was touched upon in THIS POST from earlier this morning. ...