Pseudo-Living

It's easy, in these days of fast cars and High Def, to wax reminiscent about the good ole' days.

Days when there was one movie screen.  Everybody went.  It cost a nickel.

Photo by Tommy Hughes
Bowling Green Since 1950

Days when there was one telephone operator.  Phone numbers looked weird, phone lines were shared, and nosy neighbors were on the other end.

Back when you grew your own food.

Lit your own oil lamps.

Read your own books.

Thought your own thoughts.

No, it wasn't the pretty, Instagram-altered life we wish it had been.

But it was real and it required real, human attention.

Brought to you, on my very own Apple, first sent to me via YouTube in my very own Facebook mailbox, a reminder that we are but minions in one vast, very fake, empire (and yes, Disney, that includes you):