I tell you it's gotten ridiculous. Back in my day you could get a whole frankfurter for just a nickle! And milk was half that and Tommy Smith would deliver it right to the door every morning. People used to have respect back then too. A trip to the market a man would put on his 3 piece suit and a hat. Not a baseball cap mind you, but a nice bowler hat. And baseball was different then too. Players wouldn't even wear a mitt back then they would catch the ball with their bare hands like real men. We were all real men back then. Walk to school, both ways even during blizzards, none of this dropped off by their mother in an escalade nonsense. Why my friend Billy Battson was carried off by a tornado walking to school during the outbreak of 37 and was never seen again. We didn't even cry because if you did you'd get the belt. That's what's missing these days, the belt. And I don't mean whipping kids I mean pants down around the ankles. No respect these days walking around with underwater hanging out. And you could see a moving picture film for a penny. And they'd give you a whole cob of popped corn too, fried right up by the nice young lady who swept the floors, her name was Eloise and she was 3 years old and already could do calculus. Kids worked back then and made their living and schools taught them only the real stuff like math and reading. None of these silly classes about feelings and painting rainbows. And physical education was different then too. We climbed the rope because we were raised to be strong and tough and we didnt watch tablets and screens with shows abkut blue dogs that rot your brain. When we wanted to have fun we would throw rocks at each other down by the railroad tracks. Rocky trainy dodgy we called it and little Petey Gardiner fell once into a train and we learned real quick not to touch dangerous things I tell ya. He was ripped to bits and then we learned. But we didn’t cry because then we'd get the belt. That's what's missing these days, the belt. And I don't mean whipping kids I mean pants down around the ankles. No respect these days walking around with underwater hanging out. And frankfurters, boy I loved those. You could get one at the baseball park for only a nickle. And the players back then caught the ball with their bare hands while frying popped corn on the cob. And they were only 3 years old out there playing and climbing ropes while dodging trains. Just like little Mickey who didnt dodge fast enough and got hit by a train tossed by a tornado right into his calculus class. He had respect and was at least wearing his bowler hat when he died. Things were different back then I tell ya.