Saturday, November 1, 2014

The Oldest Kid on the Block

When did I go from being the youngest person at the office to being among the oldsters?

It's like I woke up one day with cataracts, creaky bones and one unanswerable question on my mind: "How did Justin Beiber become a celebrity?"

I knew I was really out of the loop when I was reviewing material at work last week and one of my co-workers had to explain to me that there really is a "Movember" (Mustache + November). Who knew?

  Admittedly, in some ways I have been left in the dirt as the world moves forward. But, like the old fogey I am, I hold out a certain pride that I can say...

1. I am still able to sing all of the lyrics to the Patty Duke TV show theme song.

2. I enjoyed Beatlemania the first time around.

3. I learned to type on a manual typewriter, and I was pretty good at it. Also, I can still work a 10-key calculator. And balance a checkbook (manually).

4. I understand printing fundamentals because I learned the process before everything was automated. (Although, admittedly, I don't miss mechanicals with type that shifts/falls off and I do like the ease of making corrections.)

5. I grew up with the giants of Saturday Morning Cartoons. Including Bugs Bunny, Wacky Racers and Fat Albert. (And Rocky and Bullwinkle are still awesome.)

6. Although I understand (mostly) modern technology, I can appreciate their predecessors...a la vinyl, black and white photographs and ballpoint pens.

7. I know I could use my wits to survive without all of the amenities that have become de rigeur over the last 20 years. Because I survived before. (Although, admittedly, I would miss the Google.)

8. I get shopping malls. And why it was fun to shop at Pentagon City Mall at 3:00 on Christmas Eve.

9. I knew the joy of snarfing Cocoa Krispies and guzzling Coca Cola with all the real sugar and none of the background noise about childhood obesity. (I was so busy running around the fat couldn't keep up.)

10. I get why books and magazines and newspapers that you can hold in your hands are tactile bliss.

Well, I see by the clock on the wall (okay, on my computer), that it's time to wrap this up. No more allusions to old people stuff. So I'll just gather up my bones and shuffle off to Buffalo.

Oops, I did it again!

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