I read recently that, if you live long enough, at some point you'll switch from being discreet about your age to boasting about it.
I'm still feeling discreet. Suffice it to say that I cringed before the original Dr. Who episodes (you know, the _real_ Doctor). A time when pop
bottle lids were lined with cork, potato chips came with the salt in a separate wax paper sachet, and my Dad's car had a hand held crank that would
fit in to the front of the vehicle to .. turn it over(?). |