"While it may be hard to comprehend, forty years from now, people are going to refer to these times as "the good old days." Ageing rappers will be going into nursing homes to do the old familiar rap music, grabbing a fist full of Depends in their hand when they grab their crotch. Britney Spears will be playing in Branson, Missouri to packed houses of people reminiscing about their lost youth. I'm almost getting misty eyed, even thinking about it. Darned near chokes me up. And Eminem will be the next Perry Como. I think it's called selective memory. The ugly stuff that didn't directly affect a person will be glossed over or forgotten completely." Jerry Rasmussen

And the women will have "tasteful" tattoos still gaudy and bright after 40 years hidden deep in wrinkles in their aged skinny bodies, except for faces still taut and shiny and unable to frown or to smile, and they will have scars from long-closed holes in their noses and lips and nipples... And memories. Ah, the memories. They will remember the glorious days when we kicked the shit out of little countries and won. They will ignore the evacuations of whole populations from areas that will have to be left alone for a thousand years. Who cares- we have lots left.

Ya think?? Will Dads will gather their children around the library table and chant rap together?

These are the good old days? Like you, Jerry, I lived through the 50s- I don't think there are any "good old days", except through the prism of our growing years.