With the world such a mess, I'm craving a time when things were simpler, folks don't have their faces buried in screens, people dressed nicely, had manners, and kids respected elders with their sentences ending in 'sir" or "ma'am."

I'm craving a time when cars were made of American iron and built to last decades designed with absolute craftwork and inspiration of the Jet and Space Ages.

I'm craving a time when music got you jumpin' and joltin'; the lyrics had meaning and made sense.

I'm craving a time when a man could buy a house and a car on the same day and feed his wife and 5 kids on one job at the factory.

I'm craving a time when America was the unchallenged economic and manufacturing powerhouse of the world. Almost everything today other than computers was there and built right here in the States.

This summer, we're taking a step in a time machine back to the Golden Years of the Nifty Fifties. I'm kicking off an art marathon to walk through this nostalgia now. I was born in 1939 and lived through it all.