But it is true that things were different when I was a boy, and the Old Man represented the irretrievable mystery of yesteryear. I do not suppose that I would get very far in interesting today's crop of nippers in what to me was high sport and great fun some thirty to thirty-five years a-past. It was altogether too simple then for this age of television and ballet in the circus. Progress, like nearly everything else, is relative, and I often wonder if it's benefits are entirely undiluted.
From "When I was a Boy" by Robert Ruark
Robert Ruark was kind of a "common man's Hemingway," and they had much in common...
One ended his life with a gun, the other with a bottle...
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