Ann and I were texting memories of the Saturday night card games of our youth, and both of us realized that we wouldn’t change a thing about those days. It got me thinking how absolutely lucky we were to have grown up in the 80’s, in a world before the internet, before cel phones, before the wretched madness that has gripped this country.
We roamed the streets and neighborhoods freely from dawn to dusk, returning home only for dinner and darkness. In so many ways and respects, we were so much more free and untethered to surveillance and hovering parents – and so much better for it. We were organically learning lessons on how to survive on our own – and the first part was being ok on your own, unattached to the security blanket of a phone. It taught us real independence, and the ability to find our way without help or instruction or support.
When we weren’t playing cards with the ladies, Ann and I would traverse the little city we called home with our friends, reveling in our freedom and reveling in our friendship.
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