Everything was great back in the '60s.
The way I remember it, dogs didn't get sick and die back then. Even old cats could hold their food. Mothers were healthy. Fathers were alive.
Our biggest decision everyday was what happy thing to do next.
The grass always had the right amount of greenness and always grew to just the right length to be presentable and not need cutting.
The garbage truck belonged to the garbage man himself. There were no chains.
Boy Leg's comin', hide your heart, girl
