I read a book called "The Way We Never Were: The Nostalgia Trap" or something like that. It was an interesting book about the way people tend to pine for the days of old, and why.

When my in-laws send me emails about how great it was in the good old days, I remind them that in the good old days, they'd probably be dead already. :p

There's no going back.


I liked the good old days too. I could pull a couple of steelhead a year out of Mill Creek in Shelton.....as a kid. I'm pretty sure I couldn't do it now, and I'm a little more proficient now than I was then. That was in the mid-70's. I stopped fishing it once I could drive and get to "better" streams. What I wouldn't give to be able to hook a wild steelhead in Mill creek now with my kids.

Oh, well. It's everyone's fault. I guess none of us can dodge at least some of the responsibility.