Remembering simpler times in a changing world

Greetings from the Ridge.

I once heard it called the PGA, the Personal Golden Age. It’s the age in our life when we look back upon it as being idyllic, perfect, the way things were and the way they should be again. You may have your personal favorite, but I think I’ve pegged mine somewhere in the Eisenhower administration.

If you stayed up late enough you could watch Steve Allen behind the Tonight Show desk, hear the new recordings of a kid named Elvis, climb aboard something that Boeing was calling the 707, warm up a new invention by Swanson called the TV Dinner, and if you were lucky you could go down the street and watch the first color television at the home of a neighbor wealthy enough to shell out a thousand bucks for the set. You could fill up your car for twenty cents a gallon, go to a movie for under a buck and could buy a dandy new car for under $2000. Lots of memories from those heady days when the most common type of nightly entertainment was packing up the family and “going visiting.” &nbsp;&nbsp;<ahref=""><spanstyl... 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">To view more, please log in or subscribe to the digital edition.</span></a></p>