Things that make you feel old

Went to a concert with my best friend featuring Fleetwood Mac and Eagles cover bands. We remembered that we saw Fleetwood Mac in 1979, when we were 19, the same age my son is now.

 

My screwup. sorry. Getting old is a bitch.

 

Yapping with the coach, the athletic director and another reporter after a regional volleyball match last night.
HS: This was the first time you've been to NorCals since 1995, right?
AD: Yes.
Coach: Yes. I was 5 then.
Reporter: I was 3.
HS: I was 35.

 

Today's a nice day. Sunny, breezy in the mid 60s. Nice enough to sit out on the patio in a long sleeve shirt and cook lunch.

Saturday morning it's going to be dark, rainy, snowy, with temps in the mid 30s. The forecast doesn't call for highs above 45 for the next two weeks. The first day of a long dark winter ahead.

The last nice day of autumn. And there aren't that many left.

 

I had one of those a few years back. A high school head football coach was suspended for a game and the interim coach was a guy I covered when he played at Local High in 1987. He'd have been 17, 18 at the time and I was 27.

As he and I reminisced a bit, a reporter from the local weekly told us she wasn't even born in 1987.

 

I'm not down with melancholy Starman.
I prefer outrage and oversized anger about Superman storylines and the full-court press in peewee basketball.

 

Near the end of my 25-year employment at my first paper, I was told to help out with high school baseball playoff coverage. I found an old scorebook in a box that I had been packed away and moved twice. I got to the game early and killed time by looking through some of the first pages of the scorebook. And I found a game in which the coach of the team I was covering that day had played in many years earlier. He was a junior, played right field and batted ninth. After the game (they won, so he was in a good mood), I showed him my scorebook and that previous game. He laughed and said don't tell anybody. Riiiiight. I talked to the pitcher, who had thrown a strong game, then showed him. He started laughing and called his teammates over. "Look, this is a game that Coach played in. He struck out twice and popped up. HAHAHA."

 

Remembering when Texas State and Minnesota State were fake schools for movies and TV purposes only.

 

Ah shit. Sorry to hear that.

Today's reminder for me was helping my girlfriend and her family sell off her 92 year old mother's car. When we got everything done and back over to the retirement community, her mother started saying things like she was now a pedestrian, a shut in, etc..

We have lived in an amazing technological era, and the automobile is one major part of it and a significant representative of American freedom.

When she was young, she still got around by horse and buggy. She's witnessed almost a century of quite amazing change.