I remember when we didn’t check every door in the house to make sure they were locked before retiring or leaving

I remember when we watched the news and different channels had different people reporting but essentially they were saying the same thing

I remember when people spoke to each other and the response was not one of amazement but politeness

I remember when people did their own thing and just wanted to be left alone doing their own thing instead of recognized or applauded

I remember when it was okay for me to think differently about different things and we still could be brothers….. sisters …. And friends

I remember when my faith was okay with your faith and no one was listening for gun shots at a gathering

I remember an America that was jovial….. could laugh at itself …..that wasn’t under siege by groups that feel theirs is the only way and if you’re not extreme….  We don’t want you on our team

I am a foreigner in my own land ….. out here living in “no man’s land”

the middle of the road

if this is progress ….. take me back to Mayberry

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