Much thanks to Meowie but it seems some people are just too cool to do the right thing....

Get off my lawn you damn kids!

No ma'am...It just borks the board.

what're you the resize it police?  I did, now Schlab has to.

Very cool, but could you resize your picture to fit please.

well, it wasn't ME.

no connection; no connection at all.

The Castle at Brigantine was closed by the time I enrolled in college near there in 1986. We used to go to Brigantine at night and climb into the castle from underneath the boardwalk, and party up in there...... It burned down soon afterward. What a great, crazy fun time we had there.   

Calendar (and driver's license) says I am 52. I'm in the process of applying for a job that pays half of what I make now, but provides a wealth of opportunities and contacts.  By all measures, it's a job (internship) that's suited for someone half my age.  Half of my income, half of my age... risky, no? 

I guess it's what you want to risk and how you look at things. 

(OV) yep (my feet!)

Man's youth is wondrous thing, so full of mystery and of magic... I must feel old.

Oh man, I never feel this way, not for Saturday or any day. 

I was 14 and well .  .  .  you know 14. 

Things were different a more introspective time. 14 yo boys spent a lot of time in the bathroom back then contemplating the fate of the world.

I was 10 and hanging on for all it was worth...

I was two in 1965. My memories are a bit fuzzy that far back.

That must have sucked. I can see a definite generation... or maybe culture... gap here. I lived in a small town and people were generally kind to each other. My father was an alcoholic thought, and had a hard time dealing with things. So while my parents were working things out I spent most of my time with my grandmother, sheltered from the dark side of human nature.

Gee I don't know.

Except for Grandma being here that pretty much sounds like a normal Saturday for me with a few minor changes.

Instead of Scooby Doo I watch DVD's of old WB cartoons and instead of Portland wrestling it is the WWF and I end up falling asleep watching a horror flick I got from Netflix.  .

I had never seen a Beatles cartoon. That was pretty cool.

I remember the "good old days"...I remember the couple who lived in the apartment above us, we'd listen to the guy beat the crap out of his wife, one night she ran out into the street screaming...nobody called the police though, because that wasn't done in the "good old days."   My father walked out on us and never paid a penny in child support; today he'd be in jail, but not in the good old days.  Then there was the jerk who wanted to marry my mother, she didn't want anything to do with him so he'd do what today is clearly considered stalking (stake out our house, park his car next to her car door so she couldn't get out...), but in the "good old days" everyone thought it was so romantic.  And don't get me started on the teacher who demanded to know if I believed in God.

Like the Ben Harper song, how I miss the good old days, but I'm so glad they're gone!