I remember the ice box.
The delivery man, in a crisp uniform and hat with the company logo on it, delivered ice each week for the ice box.
I remember the milk man bringing milk, cream and butter each week.
We left the milk box out front and each week the empty bottles were gone and new ones there.
In the evening, since there was no TV or computers, we either listened to the one radio in the living room together or played board games or ….shocking…talked about the day, life and told stories.
It was a simpler time.
A time before money.
Oh, there was money but not the money of today.
Not the money for money sake.
Not the sacrifice your life and family and values and core beliefs for money as if it were some holy shrine.
It was a time of valuing substance over flashy.
It was a time of conversation over making your point.
It was a time of life where wealth was not the end game but rather living a life in which ideas and core values were taught and shared had real meaning.
The day was filled with new adventures and appreciation of the simplicity of a day rather than goals to make the deal, get the most you could get and buy the newest, latest thing.
It is time.
Time to go back.
Time to let go.
Time to remember who we are.
Time to recall who we can still be.
We are not mere consumers.
We are not extensions of the machine.
We are not tethered to the clock.
Do you remember.
Before it is too late…shut everything off, unplug it all, stop the madness and go back to the future.
The ageless experiment