Far More Time

Gas Lines of the Oil Embargo

Well it’s the middle of the month and my debit card is already declining payments I run out of money for. So like most of working class America it’s time to batten down the hatches and hope you got enough eggs and milk for the rest of the month. But of course most of us have eggs and milk because we mostly live in our cars and go thru the drive-thru cause we’re too damn tired to cook when we get home. But such as it is here in consume, consume, consume America.
 
I’m probably the last generation other than our octogenarian aunts and uncles that remember when going out was a treat and not a daily habit. When our moms either worked at home or had day jobs working in an office or a paper plant. But they still got home and cooked our meals. We just started eating Hamburger Helper because of the Recession of the 1970’s and the Arab Oil Embargo. I miss the Government Cheese we used to get and the odd jobs I could get cutting grass and burning trash.
 
Today, I can’t afford anything but processed meat, even though the government wants me to eat more real meat. But I do eat a lot more of the Holy Trinty I was brought up on (celery, bell pepper, and onions). I use it to dress up Hamburger Helper like my Mom…minus the Government cheese. But life rolls on while our grandkids are raised by tablets instead of VHS tapes. While our owe noses are stuck to social media, cause that’s the only way to see are said grandkids anymore.
 
Yeah, the good old days, not much better than today. But with less gadgets, and far more time.
 
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