The Good Old Days

When life was simpler and we were but humble farm people hoeing the fields, there was a sense of community that is missing in our busy and over-loaded world. After work, people used to gather at a local barn, play music and dance, maybe smoke on a corn cob pipe until it was time to retire for the evening. Cathartic group expression was the value of such pastimes. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if after work, New Yorkers went to a place where they could gather with friends and just sing and dance to their heart’s delight. I’ll bet there would be a lot less depression for one thing. Maybe we can bring back some of the good old days in our own special ways. Lemonade and mint julep anyone?