Well today is the day we move the clocks ahead.
When I was a young-in, we would be late for church. By the time we got there it would be over. We still went to other peoples houses afterwards for a Sunday get-together.
There was one place in Alva, Fl. that I remember going to the most. It was a farm house. They had woods to run in, and calf's we tried to ride.
The food was always plentiful and the ice tea sweet. Good times were had and all helped the family who lived there. All they could give in return was a little home grown food and their time and graciousness.
This was a simpler time. You actually talked to other people. And people talked to you.
Sometime soon people will no longer gather together. We will hide in our houses, and text our every word. No one will know abouut body language. They won't pick up on the nuances in our voices.
The world will be grayer. It will be a sad time, because the only one talking then will be the ones controlling the media. Telling us how to think. One little lie, one little liberty at a time, scaring us into voting for the guy with the most money.
I can't talk to everyone. I don't own media. But I can go for a walk and talk to my neighbors.
Did I tell y'all about their cookin'. Now I'm getting hungry. So that's another time.