Today is my birthday. Before I forget, I should write something about getting old.
I won’t tell you how old I am, but I will give you a hint. By some forms of twisted logic, I should get twice as drunk tonight as I did on my 21st birthday, the first night that I could legally drink in the USA.
For my youngest known readers, I offer the following reflections about life in the old days.
When I was your age:
1. There were only 3 channels on the TV, and you had to get up off the sofa and walk all the way across the living room to change the channels.
2. If you wanted to play “Space Invaders” on your home computer, you had to type in the BASIC code yourself, on the keyboard which was part of the computer, not a separate attachment. Then you had to load the software using your Cassette Drive, which took even longer than booting up Windows.
But you were really happy when the new version of the computer came out and it had 48 Kilobytes of RAM.
3. All that stuff you are reading about at the end of the US history book was really happening. Speaking of this, I was listening to a teenager who had strong political opinions. He was telling me that Jimmy Carter wasn’t such a bad President. I gently reminded him which of us was alive when Jimmy Carter was president.
4. Michael Jackson was black, and male.