Time's Arrow

Sometimes you see things, the odd bits out of your past, and it hits you how permanently they've changed.  When I think of home I still picture the barn being there that I used to play in as a kid and that Dad and everybody used to load up with those little square haybales every summer (I can still hear the elevator squeaking that they used to use), but now I take a picture of what's left of it and it's like, wow, it's gone and there really isn't any going back, the arrow of time has but one direction.  Then sometimes it feels like it was all some kind of a dream to start with.  Were we ever really kids?

The economic news kind of feels like that these days too.  This feeling that things have REALLY changed and that life is going to be pretty 'different'.  An econ teacher I had back in the mid-90's kept telling us that those were the 'good old days' we'd be wanting to go back to someday.