Memories

I recall a time when moms stayed home to rear their kids; when neighbors didn't bother locking their doors; when schools and airports didn't have metal detectors and store windows didn't have bars; when we weren't afraid to walk the streets at night; when psychotics were safeguarded in institutions; when graduating high school seniors could read; when we fearlessly ate whatever tasted good; when victims were victims, perpetrators were perpetrators, and everyone knew the difference; when queer meant odd and gay meant festive; when teen pregnancy was an embarrassment; when sex wouldn't kill you; when married couples on TV always wore pajamas and slept in twin beds; when the most shocking language in a movie was "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn!"