I remember when phone calls were a dime
When burning the flag was a crime
No air conditioning or television
Driving without fear of a collision
One could camp and not see a soul
When no road had a toll
One worked an hour for a dollar
A high school graduate was a scholar
When a coke was a nickel
From a barrel of brine they sold a pickle
When outside a butcher a carcass hung
The Star Spangled Banner with pride was sung
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: July 31st, 2026 03:26
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Comments2
A thoughtful reflection on how time shapes our memories and values.
Thank you Soneil for the review your words mean a good deal and are always appreciated
What the hell happened.
You fly the British flag in Britain, you probably get arrested.
The world has gone to hell, and there's no way back now.
I now identify as a roick.
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