… that, as Bruce Sterling points out, we are closer to the year 2050 than we are to Woodstock. Fine with me; the further we get away from that cultural debacle, the better. But still.
Today I was in a meeting at the office, and a colleague mentioned that Hall & Oates had played at a conference she recently attended. Most of the people at that meeting were so young they had no idea who Hall & Oates were.
I was born in 1967, which makes me 43. A man who was 43 on the day I was born would have himself been born in 1924. That was the year Calvin Coolidge was elected president. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on ’em. “Give me five bees for a quarter,” you’d say. Now where were we? Oh yeah: the important thing was I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time.

Shoot me now.