tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180069184626464868.post2343698973574482980..comments2023-08-03T08:10:44.885-04:00Comments on Angular Unconformities: The good ol' daysUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180069184626464868.post-80043463705540923532010-01-07T13:29:49.457-05:002010-01-07T13:29:49.457-05:00That was really spot-on (and hilarious). Hopefull...That was really spot-on (and hilarious). Hopefully I won't be getting into any more political discussions with my dad, but I hope to be able to trot this argument out if I ever really need to -- glorification of everything that happened pre-1964 (and the accompanying social attitudes) was a major feature of the weird religious subculture I grew up in, but it takes a lot of selective amnesia to maintain it. Helps if you were a kid then. Reading Stephanie Coontz's "The Way We Never Were" at age 23 or so really helped open my eyes to the badness of the good old days!Heather Thamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15936906416071213232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180069184626464868.post-15481065769574986442010-01-06T20:58:13.347-05:002010-01-06T20:58:13.347-05:00Yup, I was 6 when JFK was running for president. ...Yup, I was 6 when JFK was running for president. I still see it as a golden time, even if my Republican parents didn't vote for him. JFK drove (in a convertible) right down the street in front of my elementary school. Mom even said she saw him and Jackie Kennedy at Euclid Beach, a by-gone Cleveland amusement park. I think I remember seeing Eisenhower on the front lawn of my Evanston, Illinois cousins' neighbors' home. That was when my uncle was a millionaire - with a brand new Cadillac, a maid and chauffeur living over the garage, a mansion with a swimming pool,2 staircases, color TV, lots of cousins, and room to put up the 8 of us as well. Such privileges are not mine today. So those must have been the good old days!Cranberry Necklacehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12082095005752863304noreply@blogger.com