Bob Dylan?? If not then I am sure somebody will point out who it was.
My father, who died in the 70's, talked about hoeing a beet field and hearing a noise and running over the field to see a new-fangled motor-car going past preceded by a man with a flag. Now I read about driverless cars- a thing of the future on our roads.
Sometimes I used to be sent to the Co-op for my mother's shopping.
There was no 'fancy stuff' in those days. Her weekly order was always more or less the same, with one or two additions if and when they were needed. (a new tin of salmon, a new tin of peaches and a couple of tins of evaporated milk if we had had visitors, or Persil if the packet was getting empty, or maybe more household soap in the days before detergents and washing up liquids) .
It ran like this: sugar, butter, marg, lard, tea, camp coffee, yeast (she made her own bread), dried fruit, bacon. Her vegetables were mainly from the garden or from a man who came round with a horse and cart once a week. Her meat came from the butcher's shop opposite our house and was often payment for the time she spent preparing poultry for him. That was it - simple, good fare.
Now look at the range of food in the shops. The foreign food (my mother was highly suspicious of foreign food and would never eat any which I served up when they came to stay), the twenty different types of tea, a whole line of different sugars (ours came out of a barrel and was weighed into a dark blue sugar paper which was carefully folded around it (can anybody do that folding now I wonder). The butter was cut out of huge lump of butter in a tub (Danish tub butter I think it was called) and - again it was wrapped specially in greaseproof paper.
Things change. Things evolve. Sometimes the change is for the better, sometimes it is for the worse. We have little control over it.
A huge combine harvester cut the field opposite us last evening in about an hour - a job that would have taken several days using a binder.
Now a possible mighty change if Scotland vote 'yes'. Personally I can't get roused about it. It is for the people of Scotland to decide - let them decide one way or the other, and take the consequences. Who are we English to judge?