I must be in a time warp.

Baby buggies. I see ‘em every day. On the streets of Carbonia. In Sardinia. Like it used to be in the USA. In the 1940s and 50s. Not any more, it seems. Or maybe I’m not looking. But I am. In Italy. The clock has been  turned back. Mothers taking their babies out. In buggies. For a stroll. For fresh air. Even the mothers’ apparel seems reminiscent of another time. I must be in a time warp. Which is okay with me. –Jim Broede