How can I fight nostalgia when nostalgia keeps busting out all over?

[flemmings]

Move to another city, I suppose. Then there won't be articles like this about a piece of my long ago past. Ah, 1963, when the idea of sitting outside to eat was unheard of in Toronto. Now of course it's 'the minute the snow stops falling, get those tables onto the patio.' And a good thing too.