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“We seem to be going through a period of nostalgia, and everyone seems to think yesterday was better than today. I don't think it was, and I would advise you not to wait ten years before admitting today was great. If you're hung up on nostalgia, pretend today is yesterday and just go out and have one hell of a time.”

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Art Buchwald

Art Buchwald, born on October 20, 1925, was a renowned American humorist. His career began in the 1940s, and he gained widespread influence with his satirical and humorous take on various aspects of American society. Buchwald's work was highly regarded in newspapers, magazines, and television, and his unique sense of humor was beloved by readers. more

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