When men were men.......

Jack Klugman and Charles Durning both passed away yesterday. We have said goodbye to so many really talented people this year--we are losing an entire generation of people. When men were men and women were ladies, when a night out for dinner meant dressing up. Women in dresses and pumps and pearls, men in suits and hats. Not cut-offs and a t-shirt for Red Robin. If someone called you gay, it meant you were happy. People didn't have as big a stick up their ass because we had the Rat Pack to laugh at and everyone was fair game when it came to Dean Martin Roasts. And the Roasts weren't a tide pool of profanity. They were REALLY funny. Mike and I watched some old ones on You Tube the other night and Foster Brooks, totally stone cold sober, could put on a routine that had you DYING, but not one profane word. People could sing and dance and not take a piece of clothing off or have an infamous "wardrobe malfunction," a metaphor for "can't keep the nipple covered". Janie didn't have two mommies and Andy didn't have two daddies (haters, start lining up now. I don't care.) Father knew best and if the worst part of your day was running into Eddie Haskell, well, then, life was good. Corporal punishment, scripture reading, and the Pledge of Allegiance were all part of school. And we didn't have school shootings. Life.....was good.