16 thoughts on “I Could Have Gone All day Without This.”
When I was a young lad, my dad was a WWII vet. My maternal grandfather was a WWI vet, and old guy. The Civil War was ancient history, 100 years back. In 2019, WWI was 100 years past.
My maternal grandfather was discharged from Camp Dix as an Air Service 2Lt. February 16, 1919. I was discharged from Ft. Dix as an Army Sergeant February 22, 1977.
Covid started 6 years ago, the psychosis started 5 years ago
“Time sure is fun when you’re having flies!” – Kermit T Frog
If you think that’s funny, go to youtube and search for “jim henson” coffee ads.
If you’re bent like me, you’ll be laughing like hell.
I just watched a bunch of these – good stuff!
Something they don’t say quite this way is that a quarter of the way through the 21st century. It goes with the second to last one.
“…is that **we’re** a quarter…”
I remember reading 1984 in the early 70’s and thinking “that’s a long time from now.”
My grandmother was 5 when the Wright brothers flew, and probably met veterans of the Civil War during her youth. She lived to see her son become a pilot during WWII, and men land on the moon. Tempus Fugit.
Saw this yesterday, but I can’t remember where:
“We are the last generation to remember what life was like before social media came to be.”
And “1984” is closer to reality than ever.
When I was a kid, we were 20 years past the end of WW2. Now we’re coming up on SIXTY years past Viet Nam!
My fist car, if still on the road, is 66 years old!!!
Flies, time, aches n’ sheeit. Oh, and pain meds. Shit’s AWESOME! Livin’ it up at the Hotel California…what a nice surprise, bring yer alibis…
Check out any time you like, but you can never leave!!
My aunt, who raised me, was born in 1894. She grew up in long skirts, high button shoes with button hooks. She saw the Wright Bros to them landing a man on the moon. The stories she had. Of course like all young people we like the stories but don’t write, record them and now they are lost. My children, born in the 60’s knew her but she was gone by the time they were 10. So, I look back and I have a toe in the 18 hundreds, born in the 19th and now into the 20th centuries. It’s enough to give me whiplash.
Especially when you consider we’re alrady a quarter-way into the 21st Century…
When I was a young lad, my dad was a WWII vet. My maternal grandfather was a WWI vet, and old guy. The Civil War was ancient history, 100 years back. In 2019, WWI was 100 years past.
My maternal grandfather was discharged from Camp Dix as an Air Service 2Lt. February 16, 1919. I was discharged from Ft. Dix as an Army Sergeant February 22, 1977.
Covid started 6 years ago, the psychosis started 5 years ago
“Time sure is fun when you’re having flies!” – Kermit T Frog
If you think that’s funny, go to youtube and search for “jim henson” coffee ads.
If you’re bent like me, you’ll be laughing like hell.
I just watched a bunch of these – good stuff!
Something they don’t say quite this way is that a quarter of the way through the 21st century. It goes with the second to last one.
“…is that **we’re** a quarter…”
I remember reading 1984 in the early 70’s and thinking “that’s a long time from now.”
My grandmother was 5 when the Wright brothers flew, and probably met veterans of the Civil War during her youth. She lived to see her son become a pilot during WWII, and men land on the moon. Tempus Fugit.
Saw this yesterday, but I can’t remember where:
“We are the last generation to remember what life was like before social media came to be.”
And “1984” is closer to reality than ever.
When I was a kid, we were 20 years past the end of WW2. Now we’re coming up on SIXTY years past Viet Nam!
My fist car, if still on the road, is 66 years old!!!
Flies, time, aches n’ sheeit. Oh, and pain meds. Shit’s AWESOME! Livin’ it up at the Hotel California…what a nice surprise, bring yer alibis…
Check out any time you like, but you can never leave!!
My aunt, who raised me, was born in 1894. She grew up in long skirts, high button shoes with button hooks. She saw the Wright Bros to them landing a man on the moon. The stories she had. Of course like all young people we like the stories but don’t write, record them and now they are lost. My children, born in the 60’s knew her but she was gone by the time they were 10. So, I look back and I have a toe in the 18 hundreds, born in the 19th and now into the 20th centuries. It’s enough to give me whiplash.
Especially when you consider we’re alrady a quarter-way into the 21st Century…