me and paid me top dollar for a Stanford MBA at the time. Now a grateful government sends me a Social Security check each month for more than I made in a full year when I first went to work. It took less than 18 months for me to get back all the payments I made to Social Security and for the rest of my life my benefits will be funded by the young employed who, when their turn comes will be lucky to get back in their retirement years even as much as they will have contributed. Whatta deal! I disagree with George Ball who is reported to have said: "Nostalgia is a seductive liar." I'm more on the side of Dizzy Dean who opined: "The older we get, the better we were." One can calculate the value of nostalgia by dividing the number of years you look back on by the number of years left to look forward to. The value of nostalgia increases with every passing year. I remember fondly the good old days when bunnies were rabbits and not Volkswagons or Playmates, when we endured without the automatic shift, frozen orange juice, instant coffee, Scotch tape, catalogues in the mail, or Microwaves. It was not so long ago that cigarette smoking was fashionable, grass was mowed, coke was something you drank, and pot something used for cooking. For a nickel you could ride the ferry, make a phone call, buy a candy bar, even get change when you paid for a newspaper or bought a stamp. People for the most part got married first and lived together afterwards. So, perhaps life was not perfect, and we may regret all those mistakes we made in resisting temptations. Still, autumn remains the time for Thanksgiving. For now let's remember: "That in Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love." Let's welcome Henry Bach who will sing for us "April Love."