Killed him a b'ar when he was only 3.
Cars were huge, with fins that made them both exotic and elegant.
Charleston residents remember how special it was to go to Shoney's for a Big Boy. Today, a home-cooked meal is the special treat.
I do not want to make this a nostalgia column.
My point is we all have memories of simpler times from our childhood because childhood for most people is a simpler time.
Grown-ups had the worries. We had the bicycles. Bring those days back.
Democrats correctly point out that in the 1950s, segregation was rampant - and not just in the South, as I remember.
But the 1950s were the time when America slowly ended the second-class citizenship of black people.
The Supreme Court reversed nearly 60 years of judicial orthodoxy and unanimously reversed "separate but equal" in 1954.
That ignited a civil rights movement that would finally enforce the 14th Amendment as she was written.
Voters of a certain age remember the '50s fondly.
We were kids. We remember the fun, the baseball in the street, the bicycles without the helmets and the wonders of growing up.
The crime rate was low, drug use was rare, streets were safe at night, and marriage was the norm.
People did not have as much back then but they seemed, through a young boy's eyes, to be happier.
Nostalgia for an earlier time is not unusual, particularly when politicians have led the people into a dead end.
Surber may be reached at donsur...@dailymail.com. His blog is at http://blogs.dailymail.com/donsurber.