It’s getting easy to blame the era, way too easy. With ease I find myself pining or full on whining for another period in history, possibly a time with better architecture or bands. Books about 80 or 800 years ago are my favorite. I can buy right in to “now is worse/soft right.”
But then I stop and know every era has its own problems and own prophets. Human assents and transgressions are not new or old.
In just the past few I’ve heard/overheard:
“Can things get any worse?”
“This county has gone to hell.”
“I agree, but that was back when people worked hard and had integrity.”
& then
“What an exciting time to be alive. We are living in a golden age.”
Which isn’t it folks? Which don’t I tell my kids? Urging myself to pickpocket the good and pick away the bad in all times.
It’s now any way.
Wesley Withrow Tracks 