When I was a boy

In Berlin in 1948 with my one-eyed Knopf-im-Ohr Steiff dog who escaped with us to the West during the 1948-1949 Berlin Airlift

When I was a boy, my mother would send me down to the corner store with a few coins and I'd come back with 5 bags of potatoes, 2 loaves of bread, 3 bottles of milk, a hunk of cheese, a box of tea, and 6 eggs.

You can't do that now.

Too many friggin' security cameras!