I have a running joke with my kids. Every once in a while I hike my pants way up high and put a scowl on my face. I pretend to be “Old Man Fergus” and, with an cranky old man voice, I chase after my kids yelling, “Get outta my yard!” They love it, though it’s starting to make me a little uncomfortable. I’m realizing that, actuarially speaking, I’m closer to that guy than I am to the buffed out hunk I am in my delusions!
The year of my birth was 1962 and the world was significantly different than it is today. My mother smoked Parliament Soft Pack cigarettes in the labor and delivery room as she endured hours of labor. Later in life I would use this as my excuse why I turned out only 5’10″ tall and never got that D-1 basketball scholarship I dreamed about!
Reflecting on 49 years of life is not as easy as it sounds. Used to be remembering certain “times” was difficult. Now whole decades seem murky. My 20′s grow more distant every year. That’s a shame. I’m pretty sure I had some good times then. Oh well. That’s what Kodak cameras were for. (Remember those?)
Sometimes I ponder the world my children will know when they reach my age. I hope I can see it. First a look back…
- Gas was 28 cents a gallon
- Tuition at Harvard cost $1,520 a year
- Avg Home Cost was $12,500
- US Postage stamp cost 4 cents
- The Beatles hadn’t even arrived in the US yet
- The very first satellite, Telstar, was launched into space
- The very first Nike shoe was developed
These things did not exist when I was born:
- Cable TV
- Answering machines
- Microwave ovens
- Personal computers
- Voice mail
- Remote controls for TVs
- Airport security
- The Tonight Show
- The Super Bowl
- Zip Codes
That last one really got me. I was born before there were Zip Codes! I better go to bed. Old guys like me need to get their sleep.
Here’s to 49 more…