Pluggers by Rick McKee for January 13, 2024

I even remember when I was 16… in 1961.

At 15 I could not wait to get my drivers license. 24 cars later, the kids can’t wait to take my keys away. Most missed; MGB ’65 so much fun, so unreliable, like a sometime loyal hot girl friend.

“Of course, I can’t remember yesterday”.

I wish I could remember yesterday, or last week, like I remember 40 years ago.

The Beatles songs, “Yesterday” and “When I’m Sixty-Four” now have new meanings.

I, guess, I’m lucky, I still remember some incidents that occurred in my youth. I’m just sad that I know somethings occurred that I can’t remember which I would like to.

Clock only goes in one direction ;-)

I’m 73 and remember quite a few things from when I was four and five years old.

S

So do I.

I have no problem with history back, it’s what I ate, did, saw, agreed to last week/yesterday that I struggle to remember.

I can relate

It’s also easy to complain about “young people”, which, over time, gradually becomes everyone in the world younger than you are.

I remember going with my Dad when he bought a new car in ’59, trading in his ’57. He had me go back to the ’57 to get something out of it. It was already on the front lot with a sticker that said: “fully Reconditioned”. That is when I learned at a tender age that car dealers lie.

Good to know that even though I’m turning 43 soon, I haven’t yet hit my “youth”.