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YOU KNOW YOU’RE GETTING OLD WHEN:
You remember when preparing a piece for publication required carbon paper and white-out.
YOU KNOW YOU’RE GETTING OLD WHEN:
You remember, as a writer, submitting a piece for publication would need that you include S A S E.
YOU KNOW YOU’RE GETTING OLD WHEN:
You remember when a judge made decisions based on the law and not the source of their appointment.
YOU KNOW YOU’RE GETTING OLD WHEN:
You remember presses involved in self-publishing were once called vanity presses.
YOU KNOW YOU’RE GETTING OLD WHEN:
You remember when psychics were once called fortune tellers.
LESIURE SUITS CAUSE CANCER
LEISURE SUITS CAUSE CANCER
I bet that caught your attention.
This piece goes along with my series of, YOU KNOW YOU’RE GETTING OLD WHEN, because this statement comes from a TV show from a while ago which I found to be hilarious. The show began as Fernwood Tonight and morphed into America Tonight.
The host was played by Martin Mull. His presentation mocks the job of host. The band was Happy Klien and the Mirth Makers. Happy Klien exudes the excitement of a brick.
That’s the atmosphere which made this program so great. It was mocking late night shows by comically presenting a show which appeared to be serious.
In the skit involving the leisure suits, a ‘scientist’, an obvious huckster, said he found that leisure suits caused cancer. He had with him rats dressed in little leisure suits.
They don’t make them like that anymore.
If they did, there would probably be a leisure suit society, if one exists, on the phone to a lawyer.
YOU KNOW YOU’RE GETTING OLD WHEN . . .
You remember what the value of a dollar once was. When young, living in Newark, New Jersey, I would ride the bus from my house to downtown, a distance of around two and a half miles. The fare was twelve cents.
YOU KNOW YOU’RE GETTING OLD WHEN:
You needed punched cards when you wanted to use a computer.
YOU KNOW YOU’RE GETTING OLD WHEN . . .
You remember being able to visit a national park without a reservation.
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.
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