Mostly Bright Ideas

I’m getting old. I thought I was getting old ten years ago, but that was nothing compared to now. On medical forms and written surveys, I’m almost in the last age group, and at some stores I qualify for a senior citizen discount. I’ve been around a long time. Yet I can still remember when doing elaborate tricks with a yo-yo was a sign of coolness. When it took less than a minute to realize there wasn’t anything on television worth watching. When there were magazine covers that did not have Jennifer Aniston’s face on them. When people said things like, “Oh yeah? Wanna bet?” and “What’re you cracked or something?” and “Cross my heart and hope to die.”

I think back on events from my childhood, and they seem to be wavy and shrouded in fog. A lot of my memories are in black and white, and the sound…

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