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As I See It

 Oh for the good old days!

 Back when I was a lad, things were different: we had time to pull up on the side of the road and yarn with a fellow traveller; we cooked our own meals; kids lived at home instead of on the streets; we wrote letters; kids played on the streets instead of in the home; and we had a language that made sense - I think it was called English.

 It's funny how we all seem to hold a snapshot in time as a reference point against which we compare the world around us for the rest of our days. Is this point-of-truth cemented in our brains the day our dendrites and synapses lock in the lessons of youth, or is it a facsimile of our world on the day of some momentous psychosomatic event.

 The reality is that our whole world is dynamic; nothing ever stays the same. Even language, as static as we may think it is - or should be - is in a constant state of flux. English was subjugated by French after the Norman invasion of 1066, but regained its ascendancy in its mother country around the 1400s. It retained the 'useful' French words beef, venison, veal and pork in much the same way as Americanisms are currently flooding - rather than creeping - into our lexicon, albeit for different reasons.

 My grandmother was born into the horse and buggy days, before Marie Curie discovered, and was ultimately killed by, radioactivity. Grandma saw the advent of bombs, moon landings, super-computers, nano-technology and ... peak oil.

 What will our world be like in five, ten, fifteen or twenty years? Who knows, but it will certainly be interesting.

 The times, they are a changing.

 The Editor

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