Why is it that days gone by always seem to have been so simple, at least in our memories? I know they had to have been just as complicated and just as full of hurry and scurry as days today, but that doesn’t seem to be the way we remember them or at least I don’t.
No, when I think of Mr. Whipple I remember lazy days and swimming pools. I remember freshly mowed lawns and the smell of petunias on the breeze. Yes, when I think of Mr. Whipple I smile and I sigh and for just a little bit, life seems a whole lot simpler.