Time marches on but some things never change. On the weekend I was looking through the microfilm reels which store copies of this newspaper looking for stories about how the area was coping with the flu epidemic of 1918. If I would have paid attention when my grandparents were alive, I would know more about those times. As a youngster I regularly asked my grandparents to tell me about the “Old Days.” Their stories included the flu pandemic but I’ve now forgotten most of what they told me. When I was a youngster, 1918 seemed like a very long time ago. It was after all, the year my fa...