The good old days of the Great Depression

My father, who was born in 1920 and is
still alive likes to tell me stories about the
Depression. Drinking water out of water
heaters, using an old tire for an inner tube,
living along side RR tracks and living off
the land. He doesn't fear another Depression
he almost craves a new one. When we discuss
the issue, I like to remind him that the
population has grown geometrically and
things will be far different. He's going
through Chemo therapy and fighting
for his life now, I think he hopes to
see another Depression so he can
be a boy again, and help those in need.