It was a really jarring moment when I forgot my phone a couple weeks ago. I listened to FM radio for the first time in years. The oldies station. The one my mom listened to all the time that played a mix of Big Band, Doo-wop, and some 60s rock.
But what I heard was Smells Like Teen Spirit.
Yeah. Life comes at you fast doesn’t it?
My son, who is 17, said that they were talking about “the late 1900s” in class the other day and I could almost feel my body turning into dust.
I work with people half my age now. Some of them have bigger titles than me. And they couldn't tell you what an AT command or a segmented memory address is. I am practically the crypt keeper.
Brace yourself, but the classic rock station around here plays tons of stuff from the 90s and even early 2000s.