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Fictional Dreams

It's simply not the way it used to be kid. A guy used to be able to waltz into the general store and buy himself a bottle of mustard for 20 cents. Now it costs over a dollar, and the bottles aren't even glass. They're these plastic, squeezable things, you know the kind. I tell you kid, I don't know where this crazy world is going when a guy can't get his mustard in a glass bottle.

Wow, did you still have television back then?

I heard about this new-fangled television. Far as I'm concerned, just give me my old Marconi radio and I'm fine. No need for this fancy moving picture box. No siree.

Gee, I don't know, TV is really neat!

It must be the younger generation. They're all into this technology stuff. Of course in my day we didn't have time for such things. We knew the value of an honest day's work we did.

But...wasn't it awfully boring?

Well it wasn't always the most exciting life, but the odd time you'd have a barn catch fire or a runaway cow. Why...we lived for those moments, made a boy feel alive. Runaway cows and mustard in glass bottles...that's right.