With fond remembrance it would be nice to live in an age when ice cream bars were a nickel, when soda in a glass bottle was a dime and we could all be upset that gasoline was now costing $.42 a gallon. When Jack Benny was the biggest thing and a road trip in a woodpaneled station wagon was the highlight of the year. When a six-year-old wearing a straw hat and cap pistols was as entertaining as anything on television. A time when any photograph taken could've easily been a Norman Rockwell painting. When Sunday afternoons were spent at grandma and grandpa's house with grandma making homemade ice cream in the old churn bucket and grandpa capturing the moments on his old instant Polaroid camera. When Hank Williams and Ernest Tubb could still be heard on the radio. When a young boys prized possessions were a pocket knife, a frog, and a decoder ring. When right and wrong and left and right where is black-and-white as that portable television sitting on the kitchen table. A time when 16-year-old boys would not be ashamed to be seen by their peers while they were being kissed by their mothers in public. When being a father meant something different than it does today and being a wife and mother was a badge of honor. A time when being a member of a church meant that you went to that church. When people would amen the preacher and contribute generously into the offering plate.