I decided to go back in time this morning and ended up in 1957, the year I was born. It made me feel old.
Your average neighborhood pub. Lovely! I probably wasn’t in one in 1957, but I remember them from later years. Look at that car!
My husband’s favorite football team. He was two years old when this game was played. Does anyone remember the threepenny bit, which is how much this program cost?
As I sit here sipping coffee, fifty-seven years later, I think of everything I’ve seen and done, and smile. I’ve had some rough times, but all in all, it hasn’t been such a bad life.