If you are sitting in your rocking chair, reeling just a bit because this weekend has just flown by…and yet you can’t help but smirk when you think about your interaction at the Farmer’s Market yesterday. There you saw an FFA club from your high school selling pumpkins. You told them that Bakersfield High School was your alma mater and bantered a bit, reminiscing about the campus (Once a Driller, Always a Driller). One of the ‘cooler’ young boys that was lounging in the back said, ‘I doubt it was that long ago, was it?’ Well, if this is you, you really enjoyed seeing his jaw drop when you told him that you were class of ’89. And you smiled a bit his reply:
“Wow, um, yah, that really was a long time ago….”
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Last week I was subbing for the art teacher at the American International School here in Lagos and as they were doing their assignment, several Israeli girls were talking in Hebrew. I told them that I had a wonderful visit to their country when I was in college in 1978. One girl’s jaw dropped and she she stared at me, stunned and said in a hushed voice “it can’t be possible.” I like to think that she didn’t think by looking at me that it was possible that I was that old. I’m sure for her 1978 is ancient history.
Two weeks ago, after dancing with a girl, she said, “Thank you, sir.“
It was devastating.
I’m thinking about changing my facebook birthday to 1981.
tee hee .. congratulations :)