The good old days.

[User-E]

Why are you resurrecting two year old threads?

He's new, and easing himself slowly and gently into the community.

:wink2:

 

[God]

He's new, and easing himself slowly and gently into the community.

:wink2:

And reminiscing about the good old days.


Damn I miss them sometimes.

 

[Joseph]

Seems all the young people I know are more than a cut above average. They are all exceptionally bright, hard-working, steady and level-headed. Probably over achievers. Musicians, painters, actors, dancers, nurses, teachers, realtors, engineers, accountants, fire fighters, business entrepreneurs, all professional in their own right.

I cannot find fault with any of them or chide them about values or work ethic.

My son is one of these young people. He and I have grown very close since his teen years. Even though he got into rambunctious shit back then, he was always an A student, focused and goal-oriented right through university. In the five years since graduating, he has grown a small high-tech start-up into a multinational firm and he has invested personally in a series of income properties.

In that respect, he far exceeds the energy and drive I (or any of my friends) had in our 20s. Best part is, he's become my closest pal. We chat daily, thanks to bluetooth in his car enroute to the office in the morning and home in the evening. We get together on weekends and tackle projects together ... build a fence, deck, shed, renovate an apartment, or maybe just goof off ... take in a ball game or rock concert or just relax on the patio with a cold beer and a mittfull of dreams.

I may be the luckiest dad in the world.

And that feels good.

Amen.

 

[dreamblade]

Since I turned 41 fifteen days ago, I feel I am now qualified to comment on this thread.

The way I see it, is kids do not have it all that good today. They are overmedicated, not allowed to go outside unless supervised (stranger danger!!!), forced to wear helmets/ride in child seats when it's statistically proven that these do little or nothing to increase survival, forbidden to throw snowballs, and cannot play with toy swords.

Older kids cannot buy a car from working a job in the summer, and in fact, have to decide bloody early between working and getting an education, with the knowledge that education may still mean they end up flipping burgers for the rest of their lives. They have to deal with depression, social anxiety, a crumbling governmental infrastructure, higher costs, lower wages.

On the plus side, race matters not, neither does sexual orientation/gender identity. How many black or Asian kids got beaten up or ridiculed and ostracised? How many girls were made fun of for wanting to play football or guys for liking to draw or dance?

As for the music, we say the same thing our parents said about Bowie, Depeche Mode, Morrissey, Pink Floyd, Zep, The Who ... These artists' songs are at least 30 years old! They won't speak to the 24> crowd anymore than Elvis or the Beatles spoke to us.

Now if you will excuse me, I need to get to my rocking chair. There are kids on the lawn I need to scream at while I shake my cane.

 

[HOF]

45

 

[Mason]

Just in case you weren't feeling too old today, this will certainly change things. Each year the staff at Beloit College in Wisconsin puts together a list to try to give the faculty a sense of the Mindset of this year's incoming freshmen. Here's this year's list:

The people who are starting college this fall across the nation were born in 1993.

They are too young to remember the space shuttle blowing up.

Their lifetime has always included AIDS.

Bottle caps have always been screw off and plastic.

The CD was introduced 2 years before they were born.

They have always had an answering machine..

They have always had cable.

They cannot fathom not having a remote control..
Jay Leno has always been on the Tonight Show.

Popcorn has always been cooked in the microwave.

They never took a swim and thought about Jaws.

They can't imagine what hard contact lenses are.

They don't know who Mork was or where he was from.

They never heard: "Where's the Beef?", "I'd walk a mile for a Camel", or "de plane, Boss, de plane.."

They do not care who shot J. R. and have no idea who J. R. even is.

Mc Donald's never came in Styrofoam containers.

They don't have a clue how to use a typewriter.

Do you feel old yet? Pass this on to the other old fogies on your list. Notice the larger type, that's for those of you who have trouble reading..

So have a nice day!!!!! It is good to have friends who know about these things and are still alive and kicking!!!!

 

[Cardinal Fang]

Well of course, I had it tough. I used to have to get up out of the shoebox at twelve o'clock at night, and LICK the road clean with my tongue. I had half two bits of cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at the mill for sixpence every four years, and when I got home, my Dad would slice me in two with a bread knife.


My brother on the other hand had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before he went to bed, drink a cup of sulphuric acid, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we he got home, my Dad and our Mother would kill him, and dance about on his grave singing "Hallelujah."

And you try and tell the young people today that... and they won't believe ya'.

 

[Kaboom2]

Well of course, I had it tough. I used to have to get up out of the shoebox at twelve o'clock at night, and LICK the road clean with my tongue. I had half two bits of cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at the mill for sixpence every four years, and when I got home, my Dad would slice me in two with a bread knife.


My brother on the other hand had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before he went to bed, drink a cup of sulphuric acid, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we he got home, my Dad and our Mother would kill him, and dance about on his grave singing "Hallelujah."

And you try and tell the young people today that... and they won't believe ya'.

:biggrin2:

 

[Curly]

They are and I guess love couldn't keep them together :biggrin2:

[h=1]The Captain & Tennille to divorce: Powerhouse '70s duo split after 39 years of marriage[/h][h=2]Toni Tennille has filed court papers to split from her husband and music partner after 39 years of marriage.[/h]


https://www.nydailynews.com/enterta...vorced-report-article-1.1588137#ixzz2rAypSDki

 

[Ramon]

Well of course, I had it tough. I used to have to get up out of the shoebox at twelve o'clock at night, and LICK the road clean with my tongue. I had half two bits of cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at the mill for sixpence every four years, and when I got home, my Dad would slice me in two with a bread knife.


My brother on the other hand had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before he went to bed, drink a cup of sulphuric acid, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we he got home, my Dad and our Mother would kill him, and dance about on his grave singing "Hallelujah."

And you try and tell the young people today that... and they won't believe ya'.

You are weird.

 

[Senor Gomes]

I am 39.

 

[Prick]

You are weird.

He takes that as a compliment.

 

[Dash]

 

[Bigwillie]

Remember this one?.

 

[Oilcan]

 

[User-E]

 

[Fluckie]

You know you are getting older when you sweat twice as much as you used to and have eyeglasses in every single room, office and your car.

 

[Art Mann]

I am 39.

So that explains why you're still bumming around.
But, hey, in 30 years you can discover the joys of 69. :biggrin2:

 

[Senor Gomes]

So that explains why you're still bumming around.

And proud of it :shout:

 

[unretired]

Memories that can never happen today. 12 kids the whole team, in our 75 Grand Fury station wagon. My parents getting blitzed while my brother and I ended up asleep at the aunt and uncles place, waking up to get in that same car and drive home, drinking and driving was not even mentioned. Canadian beer in stubby bottles, stolen to drink way underage.