Oh, my friends, I am getting old. This isn't a surprise, per se; I have a really good memory for years and dates, and I can do basic math, so intellectually I know that, say, Full House is a good 25 years old, akin to today's kids what The Brady Bunch was to me. But it's only recently that I've begun to personalize this math, to realize that I am part of a specific demographic. When I was a kid, there was a local chain called Angel's Diner. It was all 50s kitsch, poodle skirts and shiny … [Read more...]
