The Good Old Days

Hardly a day goes by when someone doesn't email something nolstalgic about the good old days. Remember 15cent McDonalds hamburgers? Hula hoops and poodle skirts? Remember the Russians in the 50's? Home bomb shelters and duck and cover?
Now, just in time to knock that awful gushing oil in the Gulf out of lead story on the evening news, they have uncovered Russians spies among us.

It reads like a Ludlum novel. The quiet suburban couple who worked on Wall Street. Ordinary people. The young vixen who moved in high society. I wonder if she tried to crash any White House parties. Should we take another look at the Salahis? (She was the one in the red dress who got the White House social secretary in hot water.)

With the fall of the old iron curtain we relaxed. Even presidents were seen cozying up to those cossack presidents. Shouldn't be any political edge here. There are pictures of one riding the range in his white SUV with a pale Putin and another sharing a burger and fries with the current guy. We didn't mind. We are now afraid of muslims and the Russians didn't seem so scary.
We missed the obvious. We oogled Maksim and Edyta while they danced their way into our hearts on that popular show. We let our guard down. We should have had more blond Mormons on the show. While we were asleep, they began to infiltrate our entertainment.
I suppose the next step is to take a closer look at our neighbors. It won't be enough to check their immigration papers or peek who is under that veil. The Russians look like us. Now, where can I get that bomb shelter and since we seem to be turning back the clock, how about some 15 cent hamburgers!