The Way We’re Going

Girl Scout cookies used to be bigger, and there were more in the box.

Grandmothers used to make fudge and cookies, pies that cooled in screenless windows, made-from-scratch biscuits, fry bread, fried everything, with real lard.

The milkman delivered bottles with fresh cream floating on the top. Coagulated goodness for the kids.

Vegetables at McDonalds were burger toppings, not salads.

I don't miss the open racism. I'm glad women can vote. And it's nice we're more or less done with asbestos and small pox and polio. But damn, can we bring back the Thin Mints?