“The Way We Were” (and not the movie)

A little over a week ago, I drove through my hometown late in the evening.   I haven’t done this in quite some time.   The changes were palpable; it wasn’t the same town anymore.   It was a town where you hope the car doesn’t break down on one of the side streets in the more seedier section; it was a town where you twist over and slide the car lock to the down position.

How did this happen?   No place is safe anymore, but why are so many of our hometowns becoming that seedier part, where darkness brings crime and sadly, daylight brings crime as well.  Unlocked doors of autos and homes were not unusual; now neighborhood watch groups are on the lookout for thieves and locks and alarm systems form a forcefield of security around us.

Maybe it was harder then.   After all, our TV sets weighed a ton, our stereos filled the entire wall of the room, our phones were attached to the wall.  Now, it is easy to break in and run with some electronic device.

What happened to our country……was it drugs, was it the economic chasm that split our citizens……..

I have given my children and now my grandchildren all the wondrous things that present times provide…….But one thing I cannot give them………

A young teenage girl and her friend walking on the streets in the dark, in a town where fear did not fill every shadow………..

 

Shirl

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About sknobloch

I am an Author, Artist, and Reiki Master and Intuitive Counselor, offering energy and guidance sessions on people and beloved pet companions. I divide my time between a Northern NJ suburb of Manhattan and Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. I enjoy pursuing paranormal explorations in this uniquely haunted town. Read more about me at www.briarrosereiki.com and http://shirlknoblochwillowfineartprintsandphotography.zenfolio.com/ All writings and photos © Shirl Knobloch.......no unauthorized copying or use permitted without written permission from the author and photographer, Shirl Knobloch.
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