20 April 2008

Scattered pictures, of the smiles we left behind...

Back in the day my little brother had a band. He and his pals practiced at our house.
Some neighbors weren't quite as musically open as our mom was. One day the gendarmes came by because the band was a rockin'. There's our mother, out in the yard, in the cops faces, rather forcefully explaining that these kids weren't on the street and doing drugs and jacking cars etc.
I was just thinking; that in todays enlightened world my mother would have been tasered and handcuffed and dragged to jail as a tear-uh-ist.
I always thought the good ole days were whatever days you were in, now I wonder.

2 comments:

Hunters Glory said...

Love new new headliner banner!

These are the good ole days if you look at them a decade or two from now.

We will never see the good ole days as they were.
I thought you had to do drugs and such to be in a band....lol, oh nevermind...

Val said...

In my life we've had Reagan, Bush the first, Clinton, and Bush the second....
Gulf War, Lebanon, Afghanistan, War on Terrorists....
Billion dollar deficients...
At least you had some good ol' days!!