When I was younger — and what a great, sweet, innocent, unrealistically wonderful time it was — nostalgia was often seen as a crutch for people who can’t enjoy the modern world. But since there’s nothing to enjoy about the modern world, nostalgia now seems like the wiser option.
I was born, weaned, whelped, and reared — though not necessarily in that order — in the greater Philadelphia area, and I will never apologize for this, despite the fact that it would be the prudent thing to do. (more…)