Whatever happened to movies the family could enjoy together with wholesome laughter, where the only violence might be a pratfall or a pie in the face?
One recent morning a neighbor came over for a chit-chat over a cup of coffee. I really enjoyed that, even though we are from different decades, he from the 1960s-’70s, me from the 1920s-’30s.
Whatever happened to a time when neighbors sat on their front steps and shared the laughter from a neighbor’s radio (the only one working) of shows like Amos and Andy, Fibber McGee and Molly, Burns and Allen, Jack Benny and others? Not a swear word was necessary to bring about robust laughter.
Don’t misunderstand me, my generation appreciates the medical breakthroughs, appliance improvements and automobiles that run well, but if God had wanted telephones hanging on ears he would have made our left ear lobe a receiver.
Just once in awhile, it would do us all good to stop and smell the roses, say hi and have a morning chat with a nice neighbor, like mine.
GEORGE HORTON
Arlington
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