Those were the days, weren't they? Life was simpler then. June was in the kitchen fixing dinner. Wally and the Beav were watching TV. Ward was sitting at the table reading the paper. The worst thing you had to worry about was that crazy Eddie Haskel inviting himself to dinner. There were no crusades. Maclin was at the forefront of everyone's mind. The foul odor of asparagus pee was embraced. Discussion of beer and food prevailed. Maybe we would circle back around to Maclin, maybe not. Gas was 75¢ a gallon at the pump. We shared stories of walking to school uphill both ways in the snow.
Now look at things. Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together... mass hysteria! How I long for the old days.