Growing up in the 60s and 70s was an experience I wouldn’t trade for anything. We were a sturdy lot. We spent all day outside and got dirty. We scraped our knees, broke a bone or two, and shook it all off. The weather didn’t play a big factor in our outside time, either. It didn’t matter if it was warm, cold, a blizzard, or drizzling; we had a blast. And when the street lights came on, and it was time to come home, we cleaned up, had something to eat, and watched TV. It’s worth noting that until I Continue Reading