Try singing the following lyrics to “Oh My Darling, Clementine”.
Oh, the cost of rising prices, makes me squeal with glee.
The only solace is there’re no taxes, yet, assessed on comedy.
The air is gratis, fresh, or otherwise.
So is going for a jog or a walk, making jokes is still a bind that ties.
Makes you laugh turn back the clock to when a cup of coffee was just a dime. Refills? “Just help yourself.”
What we owned truly, was yours and mine,
and ten dollars paid for the groceries on your shelf.
There was less virtual, everything truly so much more in real time.
Our human batteries, we recharged with a good night’s sleep.
A handshake was sometimes better than signing on a dotted line.
And that phrase, "planned obsolescence" was not yet invented.
Wasn’t that a time!