Bliss by Harry Bliss for September 14, 2021

Don’t talk so loud!

I could not get my memory pills because I forgot my birthday!

32? This kid’s not young.

It’s bad enough sometimes when you have to reveal your own age.

At the drugstore, the age of others can also trigger memories.

Picking up meds for Dad?

A year is not a date, stupid.

In 1989 I was in residency in St.Louis, the “freezer” in my refrigerator could freeze ice but not ice cream. Bummer.

“Couldn’t make ice”? What does that mean?

Clock only goes in one direction ;-)

1989? I believe I was being replaced by an automated alarm system (I was working as a security guard at the time…)

When I have to card young people to buy alcohol and they turn out to be of legal age because they were born in early 2000, now that’s freaky!

In 89, I’d already been married for a year…

Ha! ALL the crap that awaits her future.

Anytime someone like that asks for my date of birth, the last part is always spoken out long form, “Nineteen hundred and sixty-three”. For some reason, they usually chuckle. I guess I could add, “In the Year of out Lord,” to the front of it, try for the full on belly laugh…

There is nothing like youth to make one feel older.

Yeah, her mom is too young for me…

Aaaah! 1989. The year I ate my first XXXX-XL super-duper giant sandwich with bacon, onion and cheese – still eating it, it was 300 feet long

Remember that year well. Lost my job.

Didn’t we have a bad flu year in 1989? I think my child got it and brought it home to me from school. I remember being so sick that I passed out, and my last thought was, “I am going to die and I don’t care.” (child had been sent elsewhere, since I couldn’t even remember if I took my meds or not).

I hate when they ask me to speak my phone number out loud

“Make ice”? is that some sort of slang?

1989 was ok. But 1981 wasn’t. It was when I first noticed the popular culture was once again focused on teens: Valley girl talk, the kinda bubble-gummy music, etc. Made me feel old (36 at the time). The hippy 60s paradigm was very outta style, as was the easy-going, your-place-or-mine disco 70s. Replaced by Reagan and Falwell’s pop born-again chic.