I'll admit that I love love love the 1950s.
And the 1940s and 1930s and earlier.
And the early years of the 1960s.
That doesn't mean that I'm oblivious to things that were wrong in the good old days.
The ads in my treasured collection of vintage magazines remind me that Madison Avenue sold us a bill of goods then.
Surprise, surprise!
It's not that I don't know that earlier times weren't always great, not always and not for all people.
It's just that I choose to focus on the beautiful things of an earlier time, things worth remembering, things that had value and beauty and importance and gentleness.
But the ad above for Old Gold cigarettes reminds me that....
All that glitters is not gold.
