There’s no doubt I miss them: “The good, ‘ole days.” Yes, I miss those days of yore when life seemed simple and cares seemed few: where the adults would sit on the front porch, sippin’ iced tea on a Sunday afternoon while the kids would play in the yard or go shoot snakes or frogs in the rice field canal with a .22 rifle.
Times were tough and money was scarce; but, we didn’t seem to care: because w…