Sue B:

I took it another way in a song I wrote a long time ago:

"For the good old days are still to come
Though the hard times are not over
For we must wear that thorny crown
To walk the fields of clover."

How many people were bitching their heads off, not realizing that they were in the good times? As far as I'm concerned, today is the good old days, until tomorrow. And then it will be tomorrow.

Jerry