Fifty years ago, my dad could give 10 year old me a note and I could go to the store and buy him cigarettes. Or I could just get them out of a vending machine.
Fifty years ago, you could smoke on an airplane, in a restaurant or even in a hospital.
Fifty years ago, Men's magazines were on the newsstand (not behind the counter) available to be seen by anyone of any age, who wanted to pick it up.
Fifty years ago if you were driving drunk, you could expect to get a ride home from the cop.
Fifty years ago, what my dad called "Discipline" is now called "Child Abuse".
Things Change.....
Alan