They’re Not Making the ‘Good Old Days’ Any More

Please bear with me. It's that time of year again. You know, when one day it's soaring hot (only a week or so ago, remember?) the next, someone turns a switch and—wham—it's fall... Autumn. 

The time of year that, besides putting me to work cleaning my roof and gutters, raking leaves, and all those good things associated with preparing for winter, I become reflective. 

Is it just me, or is this a natural, yearly twinning of season and mood change prompted by the first falling of leaves and the withering away of summer and all its happy associations of the beach, vacations, etc.? 

As I, we, get older, I think the phenomenon becomes more pronounced. 

Ah, nostalgia, ain’t it great? A look back at a simpler world in this week’s BC Chronicles.

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PHOTO: The kids in this 1930 photo of the PNE are enjoying the pony rides. When I came along, the daily radio reports of the Vancouver extravaganza meant doom and gloom—that summer was almost over. —Wikipedia