It's realy intense, if that's the right word, in my mind that people arent as profound or as fun as they seemingly were in my dad's generation. I know alot of people would beg to differ with me but I can make a case for it.
What I'm calling my dad's age, or maby even as far back as my grandfather's age, would be WWII era to, say, the 1960's or so. Back in "Old School", when people had front porches and knew almost everyone in the comunity as well as their family members. By front porches I don't mean a little slab of concreet outside the front door, I'm talking about real front porches like with porch swings and comfortable reading chairs on them. What has this to do with people? Quite a deal actually! See the front porch in old houses was more than just another personal space or room, It was a meeting place and a conversation area. It used to be that in the afternoon most people that were not considered "strage" would sit on the front porch alot at certain times of the day. This was the time to visit people and have a chat, be overall friedly what what! But as people started keeping to themselves and not careing about other people, the front porch died. Now what do we have? Back decks of course! And around that back deck we have? A ten foot fence to keep the neighbors out of our buisness, right?
My eye lids are starting to feel like sand paper, wich is the signal for bed. I will leave you now to your own devices.
The Fiish
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