I’ve had several triggers for this thought recently. One was an NPR show where they were talking with an Alaskan Eskimo who was sad about the youth not sitting quietly in the dark eating blubber and that they were instead using computers and cellphones and embracing the future. Another was my recent link to the 8 simple rules for the home kitchen. A last was a crazy woman walking her dog through our city neighborhood… barefoot and trying to think how she justifies that.

It comes down to this: I don’t understand people who mournfully look back to the past and regret the loss of traditions or skills which aren’t needed in the modern world.