So many memories. So many changes. But according to the world outside my window, life was never like I remember or experienced it.

Hell, I remember when kids were taught and encouraged to talk to strangers. Now, of course, strangers are seen as vile, disgusting creatures who want to engage in "bad touching." And we're wondering why young people are usually rude and obnoxious, totally self-absorbed with no consideration of others?

At the same time, however, "strangers" who are agents for BB, in all of its many forms, are said to be okay.

So, the only thing I can do is check under my bed each night to make sure "they" haven't put a pod under there....

Randy