Before The Ghost Town

Nostalgia, it ain’t wot it used to be. Nostalgia was better in my day. Oh, except it probably wasn’t. In my youth caucasian grown-ups were probably nostalgic for a time when they could be openly prejudiced without some lefty do-gooder berating them for neo-Fascist opinions on race and culture. And why is this in my head today? Yesterday I received an invite to a reunion event, a get-together of…

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