tomorrow today

home… where your shoes are

 

home... where your shoes are
Life in the 1950s… no one locked their doors, every child played outside always, everybody in the neighborhood actually knew each other & ate together sometimes & visited the neighbor’s home every week usually multiple times. Trash was still what you put outside for weekly collection (as opposed to what bombards you daily via the media). It wasn’t perfect, but hey, it was the planet Zenon.

That’s me on the right… nice shirt, huh? I didn’t have a clue and probably picked my nose. some of my uncles liked to often comment that my ears stuck out too far… I was grateful for that information. It seemed to me that everyone’s ears stuck out on the planet Zenon.

I think dad had just updated to the new and remarkable 1 inch wide black tie (he retired his previous 1/2 inch black tie, which would have been worth a fortune today on Ebay).

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