My first calculator was a Texas Instrument SR10. I knew people who had paid up to $150.00 for one but I waited till the price dropped to $30.00. I remember thinking I've got you this time, the price may drop a little more but no way can it ever drop very much more. A year later it died while still under warranty. All I had to do was to mail it back to Dallas and they'd send me a new one. Problem was postage would have cost more than a replacement from Sears that would do all the same things.

Back when my oldest niece was born -

The wife and I had just gotten a 8mm camcorder as a Christmas present for ourselves. WOW. Then a week later, my niece came along. Wife and I go to the hospital - with the camcorder - to take video to send to my parents who were wintering in AZ. Their first grandchild.

Wife and get to the hospital just after Niece is born. We are told to go to the recovery suite. They wheel my sister in on her hospital bed, her husband in tow. We engage in smalltalk, filming everything. Then the nurse brings the niece in - and the nurse asks "Do Grandpa and Grandma want to hold the baby?"

A word here - my sister is two years younger than me, and her husband is a year older than me. Yet I get taken as Grandpa? Back then, I used to grow a beard in the Winter since I delivered mail on a walking mail route. My beard had a few strands of gray in it. Wife had her hair frosted. I was 32, wife 33. I quit growing a beard in the Winter, and the Wife quit frosting her hair!

That was 25 years ago.

Wow. Now having been called "sir" doesn't sound so bad.

My wife and I became "old" last week. We both need to wear glasses (full time) to be able to see "everything". My wife never realized how many wrinkles I have. And she told me that she's been wearing the wrong makeup for the past few years. Something about the color not matching her skin tone.

When you still shake a carton of milk before pouring a glassful.

Had a senior moment this morning. The supermarket was pretty busy, with not enough check-out help, so I started bagging my own groceries. When I was almost done an employee comes up, looks at my 'work', and asks how I learned to bag them so well. I told him I was a bagboy back in my late 'teens. He then introduced himself as the store manager and his reply was "would you like a part-time job to supplement your pension?" Geez, I don't mind the senior discounts, but I still have about 10 more years of full-time work before retirement!

Given that I've alluded to my 50 year cycling career a few times here, I figure you can do the math.

As far as this thread goes, my original intent was to note those moments that remind us that we're not kids anymore, even though we act that way sometimes, but anything is OK as long as we keep it light hearted. One way I know how long I've been riding is when I ride major suburban arteries here and remember riding them as quiet two lane roads through the woods.

When, for your birthday, you receive a large unlabeled envelope and open it to find material from AARP inviting you to JOIN! And it didn't accidentally get delivered to you by mistake and was really meant for your senior retired neighbors.

What!? I can't hear you!

You know you're old when..... ALL the policemen start to look young......

My first summer job worked in a supermarket paid $ 1.25/hr . My job was to put the grocery in paper bags/shopping cart and bring them to parton's car trunk . Just to think about it makes me feel old .

When I was 15

When you understand the expression put the grocery bags in the turtle.
When you don't understand what your teenage son said to his best friend. But you're certain it was English.
When you can't open a jar of pickles and your grandson opens it with ease. (I think I loosened it up though)

...when you carry reading glasses everywhere you go.
...when you actually allow a youngster to lift something for you.
...when you carry a lumbar pillow with you on plane flights or into movie theaters.

(and I still chuckle at that earlier comment about younger women flirting with you because you're obviously completely harmless).

Oy, that hurts. Here's my contribution:

When that beautiful young lady calls you "sir".

When the clerk automatically gives you the Senior discount.

Happened to me recently and I genuinely asked, "how do you know I'm old enough?" She replied, "Oh, I just looked". Ouch.

When you talk to people in their 20's and can hardly believe all the information and exposure to things they are missing.

When you don't want to hop over that log on the trail, so you get off and lift the bike over. And it does not bother you.

Not falling and ruining your jersey/jacket is more important than pushing your cornering limits.

When driving, gas mileage, safety, and not wearing out parts like tires and brakes are more important than speed.

The new gal at work laughs at your joke and says you remind her of her father. Note to self: don't tell dad jokes at work.

The time I told everyone I learned to drive on a VW squareback, and got blank stares.

You too? Actually I didn't learn to drive on one but I learned to drive a stick on one. I remember that forced air so called heater. I had to keep a blanket in the car for the winter.

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I remember YA Tittle but it was when he was with the Giants throwing passes to Del Shofner and Frank Gifford.

when you realize it WAS up hill both ways.

When I was 10 years old and living with my Grandparents in England, we'd get milk delivered to our doorstep in glass bottles. We'd decant the cream off the top to use in our tea. Yum!

I remember when there was only black and white TV.

I saw Jimi Hendricks live. Still my fave guitar player.

When you forgot you already posted in this topic.

And when color-TV was introduced, the thrill of watching the only thing broadcast in color ... the NBC peacock.

When I told my kids that I was born before Alaska and Hawaii were states.

I remember going to the city 32 miles away to buy a TV because there weren't any TV stores in my little town.

Dad spent an hour or so with a salesman - bought one that probably weighed 100 pounds, came with legs, probably 3' high with maybe a 19" color screen.

We already had the antenna on the roof - picking up two stations from that same city 32 miles away, and one from another city 90 miles away.

We had to arrange for delivery and a guy came out a few days later and put the TV in place and had some strange instruments to de-gauze it or something before we could watch anything.


A few weeks ago I got a free TV as a bonus from my job, and it was delivered by UPS in a cardboard box, left on my doorstep, 19" screen, probably weighs less than 2 pounds including built in DVD - plug and play.