Saw this at Powerline last week, but while I agree with the sentiment, it doesn’t go back far enough. So I’ve altered it slightly:
For the record, even though the early parts of the 70s were fair —> poor for me, the latter half absolutely rocked. (I’d give details, but I’m not sure the statute of limitations has expired yet. Yes, they were that bad.)
The 70s to me meant this:
…even though what I was actually driving was one of these:
Also in the 70s: no PC speech or behavior constraints; no venereal diseases that couldn’t be treated by a couple shots of penicillin; a body that not only worked to perfection, but could withstand any kind of ill-treatment I threw at it; and girlfriends who didn’t have any kids.
Ask me again why I miss those times.