Back in my day, we had a fat guy with a huge bell who would shout out the news from the streets.

Kids today are so softened with their paper news and crossword puzzles. We had to make do with hangman and guessing a word. No pencils and erasers to rub out a guess, that hangman was coming for you and there was no turning back. You had to stare death right in the face. Just like that bubonic plague. You’d wheel your own grandma’s cadaver into the streets to be collected. And you’d listen to the news being shouted out and you’d count your socks lucky.

~Kiss~ Kids today. So soft. With their paper news. Crosswords. And medicine. Soft, I say. Get ‘em down the mines for a few shifts. Sort them right out.