Showing posts with label Do You Remember.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Do You Remember.. Show all posts

Friday, November 18, 2011

I Must Be Getting Old

From the August 24th Chicago Tribune.

This year's incoming freshman class in college (we don't even want to think of the incoming high school freshmen) were mostly born around 1993. And there are many so-called cultural touchstones that they would not be old enough to remember. Every year, Wisconsin's Beloit College releases their Mindset List.

Here are some of the items on this year's list:

** Andre the Giant, River Phoenix, Frank Zappa and Arthur Ashe have always been dead.

** Ferris Bueller and Sloane Peterson could be their parents.

** There have always been at least two women on the US Supreme Court, and women have always commanded US Navy ships.

** "Don't touch that dial!"...What dial?

** Refer to LBJ and they might think you're talking about LeBron James.

** O.J. Simpson has always been looking for the killers of Nicole Simpson and Ronald Goldman.

** John Wayne Bobbitt has always slept with one eye open.

** McDonald's coffee has always had a warning not to spill it in your lap.

** "PC" has come to mean personal computer, not political correctness.

For full list go to chicagotribune.com/mindset.

We're Not Too Old, They're Too Young. --Cooter

Monday, December 22, 2008

Do You Remember...

A friend sent me one of those much-forwarded e-mails recently. This one about things folks my age might remember. Young folks would just wonder what?

Do you remember:

When all girls had ugly gym uniforms.

It took awhile for TVs to warm up.

Nobody owned a pure-bred dog.

When a quarter was decent allowance.

All male teachers wore ties and female teachers wore dresses and high heels.

You got your windshield cleaned, oil checked, and gas pumped without asking, and FOR FREE.

You didn't have to pay for air and got trading stamps or glassware and maps.

It was considered a great privilege to be take out for dinner by your parents.

When schools threatened to keep kids back a grade if they failed...and THEY DID!

Playing baseball or football with no adults around to help kids with the rules of the game.

When kids being sent to the principal's office was nothing compared to what would happen at home.

There was no fear of drive-by shootings, drugs, or gangs.

Parents were the biggest threat to your life, but their love was greater than the threat.

I Remember All of These. How About You? --Old, Old Coot