Things have changed

When I was your age-a-logue....


Gramps-

Things have changed, son. I can barely recognise the world anymore, so don't ask me why I act the way I do, think the way I do. I can't help it. I don't understand why people behave the way they do. Our neighbors have all moved away or passed on and their children act like they don't care about this old neighborhood, they all live in some new subdivision or city, like the town is unimportant or something. Don't you think about your roots? Do you think back on where you come from with some sort of pride? I'm glad you come visit me son, but not if you do it out of guilt, because then I'd rather not see you.