I'll Pick You Up in My Datsun, 'Kay?

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Jn 10:27 R. My sheep hear my voice, says the Lord. I know them, and they follow me. Ps 105 The Lord remembers his covenant for ever. Give thanks to the LORD, invoke his name; make known among the nations his deeds. Sing to him, sing his praise, proclaim all his wondrous deeds. Glory in his holy name; rejoice, O hearts that seek the LORD! Look to the LORD in his strength; seek to serve him constantly.

Remember when 100-Grand candy bars used to be called $100,000 Bars? 

I do.

I also remember when FedEx was Federal Express; when what is now the car company Nissan was known as Datsun...

When MasterCard was Master Charge; when KFC was Kentucky FRIED Chicken --- yes sir, back in the day when immersing meats heavily coated in rich, crunchy breading into vats of boiling hot oil was not grounds for a major lawsuit, we could say, think, and even EAT fried stuff.

I remember when the Big 4 Accounting Firms went by their long, official monikers instead of the shortened down mini-versions they sport today. You know, when PwC was Price, Waterhouse, Cooper, etcetera, etcetera...

I remember when Nexium was Prilosec and when Olay was Oil of Olay. That was back when I didn't use either one...today I need both.

Shoot, I even remember when Wendy (you know, of Wendy's) touted Old Fashioned Hamburgers and had more orange-hued hair and wildly prominent pigtails jutting out from her head...ooh and I clearly recall when the only meat you heard about at Arby's was roast beef, yo.

Sigh.

I know I'm old and though I like to think I stay relatively current, I guess I'm not. Instead, I am longing for a different era, in a way.

A time when we weren't all in such a heck-fire hurry -- and we could take the time to say and read longer versions of names or explanations or descriptors.

Call me a kooky words girl but sometimes, more is, well, more.

So here's to those bygone times, when old girls like me were young ... and we drove to the Federal Express stores in our Datsuns to send our tax papers (the hard copy kind) to the IRS 'cause they absolutely positively had to be there overnight, Capisce?

​#Nostalgia #GoodOldDays

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