THE GOOD OLD DAYS
I realized it for the first time a few months ago when I was out running errands. I needed to make a phone call and the battery in my cell phone was dead. Did you know it’s almost impossible to find a pay phone anymore? Since then, one incident after another has slapped me in the face with the reality that today’s world is not the world I grew up in.
I remember when you could stick a dime in a red Coca-Cola-only vending machine and get a real Coke, housed in an ice-cold, green glass bottle that tasted the way Coke is supposed to taste.
I remember when cashiers used to say the price of each item they rang up out loud, announce your tax and total, then count your change back to you, starting with the pennies.
I remember when the raciest thing on TV was the annual parade of Miss America contestants wearing modest, one-piece swimsuits and four-letter words were not allowed.
Yes, the world has changed. Thankfully, not all of it is bad. I’m grateful for computers, air conditioning, microwave popcorn and digital cameras. And so far, I’ve found ways to cope with the changes I don’t like. I’ve gotten used to drinking Coke out of a plastic bottle. I get a kick out of confusing cashiers by handing them exact change. And I limit my televison viewing to what is appropriate for my children to watch with me. And, when I can remember, I make sure my cell phone is charged up, just in case I’m away from home and need to make a call.