The rich are still there, they've always found a way to milk the system.
I remember when the racetracks were jammed wtih people, shoulder to shoulder, ass to ass, sweating, screaming, pushing toward the full bars.
It was a good time.
Have a big day, you'd both be drinking and laughing.
We thought those days (and night) would never end.
And why should they? Crap games in the parking lots.
Fist fights.
Bravcado and glory.
Electricity. Hell, life was good, life was funny.
All us guys were men, we'd take no shit from anybody.
And, frankly, it felt good.
Booze and a roll in the hay.
And plenty of bars, full bars.
No tv sets.
You talked and got into trouble.
If you got picked up for being drunk in the streets they only locked you up overnight to dry out.
