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.