Remember the good old days? When a poodle skirt wasn’t an outfit for your teacup-size dog and thongs were what you displayed on your feet and not elsewhere?
Or how about that special time when teens cruised as a pastime -- one that took you out of the house, instead of into Internet neighborhoods?
I’m a bit nostalgic for those days -- and the sight of 29 cents at the gas pump, plus S & H Green stamps to lick and redeem for gifts.
But I got to fill up on those memories on our recent In Steppe television show. Our theme was “cruising.”
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In one interview, my guests, Bruce and Kathy, who are classic-car club buffs, reminisced about days gone by. Between both of them, they could chat about “orphan cars,” “belly-buttons” and “trailer queens” like a proud mama can gab on about her kids.
They’d adopted an orphan car -- a Studebaker to be exact -- that arrived a while back with weeds growing up through its floorboard. With a lot of TLC, they’ve made that old “beater” a beauty to drive.
But one thing they said on the program has been parked in my mind ever since. It was a comment about how we all long for that car we once drove as a teen -- the old jalopy equipped with our favorite memories.
Yet, they told me, if we were to drive that same car today without the amenities we’re so accustomed to? Well, we’d be singing a different tune, and it wouldn’t be Giddy-up 409.
It seems to me that our memory is a bit faulty when we look backward, whether it’s remembering our old car or our life. In the rear-view mirror, both can be distorted.
So, instead of longing at times for what was, I plan to celebrate what is. The Bible says, “This is the day the Lord has made. We will rejoice and be glad in it.”
You know, the more I think about it, when I’m cruising through the todays -- right now -- these are actually the good old days.
Let’s enjoy the ride.