You're right Fred. Those were the days, and I'm glad I was there to see them, smell them, feel them, fish them!
I'm afraid those days and the attitudes that went with them are long gone.
I grew up in a town very much like Mayberry. No locked doors, fly rods leaning against the wall outside the screen door, keys in the ignition of my 1950 Ford pickup, ready to go.
sigh..................
OK, enough of that. Back to your regularly scheduled program.
I'm afraid those days and the attitudes that went with them are long gone.
I grew up in a town very much like Mayberry. No locked doors, fly rods leaning against the wall outside the screen door, keys in the ignition of my 1950 Ford pickup, ready to go.
sigh..................
OK, enough of that. Back to your regularly scheduled program.