Today I'm 36 years old. It's not so old, but a lot of changes have come about in my lifetime. I think I'll be an old fuddy duddy today and complain about a few things I miss about the good ol' days:
* Knowing who the crazy people were. Remember when only crazy people walked down the street while talking to people who weren't there? Now, we have the borg. Everyone's crazy!
* Hitch-hikers. I haven't seen one in years. Why? What happened? Did all the hippies buy minivans?
* Real letters, the kind you stumble upon when you clean out your closet. You read a few lines from a friend. Sometimes, they have drawings or poetry.
* The way you used to look at me. Sometimes, I wonder if you still see me at all.
Wait... something happened... where was I?