It’s often heard that we long to see our nation turn back to the good old days.
Sometimes I long for that as well. But then I wonder: Were those days really that good? Or is it something I’ve romanticized? And how far back do we have to go to find that perfect good old day?
To put this in perspective, I imagine that my sons will one day claim that these days — the ones we adults complain about so much — are the good old days they long for.
And to quote the American poet Billy Joel: “The good old days weren’t always good, and tomorrow ain’t as bad as it seems.”