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YOU KNOW YOU’RE GROWING OLD WHEN . . .
You remember the regular testing of air-raid sirens. Where I grew up, in Newark, New Jersey, that test was done every Saturday at noon.
YOU KNOW YOU’RE GETTING OLD WHEN . . .
You remember when banks gave away small appliances, such as toasters, to those starting new accounts.
YOU KNOW YOU’R GETTING OLD WHEN . . .
You remember when airmail stamps existed.
YOU KNOW YOU’RE GETTING OLD WHEN . . .
You remember when the TV stopped working and you called for a repairman to come and fix it. This was before every appliance was disposable – they were repaired. And you dreaded the chance that the repairman might say, “I have to take it to the shop”.
YOU KNOW YOU’RE GETTING OLD WHEN . . .
You remember a time when ballpoint pens did not exist. If you wanted to write in ink you used a fountain pen which you loaded with ink. When ballpoint pens did make their appearance, they were not disposable. When you ran out of ink you bought a refill.
YOU KNOW YOU’RE GETTING OLD WHEN . . .
You remember what an iron lung is and what it was for.
YOU KNOW YOU’RE GETTING OLD WHEN . . .
You remember a slide rule, your first calculator.
YOU KNOW YOU’RE GETTING OLD WHEN . . .
You remember a comedian, at the end of his show, saying, “Good night, Mrs. Calabash, wherever you are.
YOU KNOW YOU’RE GETTING OLD WHEN . . .
You remember rabbit-ears atop the TV. If you remember what rabbit-ears are.
YOU KNOW YOU’RE GETTING OLD WHEN . . .
You remember TV stations, at midnight, playing the national anthem then signing off and broadcasting a test pattern.
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