I’m old enough to remember when ...
by Justin McGill, General Manager -- jmcgill@cadizrecord.com
Dec 04, 2013 | 392 392 recommendations | email to a friend | print
I am scheduled to turn 34 years old at the end of this month. Depending on who you ask, that’s either old enough to be considered middle-aged or too young to be complaining about how old I sometimes feel.

I’ve been around long enough to know I should respect a hard day’s work and understand that others have to work a lot harder than I do just to get by. I’m also young enough to daydream about what I’d do if I won Powerball.

I’m young enough – and in decent-enough shape – to be active with my 8-year-old son and his similarly-aged cousins, yet old enough – and simultaneously on poor-enough shape – that I occasionally have to pay for such activity the next day.

I’m old enough to realize that much of The Cadiz Record’s readership is old enough to roll their eyes at my complaints about old age, but I’m young enough to air such complaints anyway.

What got me on this train of thought? A few things.

One is a press release included in this week’s issue. Over the past several months, we’ve been bringing to our readers updates and reminders on the upcoming change in the phone dialing protocol in western Kentucky. Before long, we’ll have another area code to contend with, and we’ll also be required to dial 10 digits when making a call.

I’m old enough to remember when I could dial five. And I’m aware enough to realize that others can remember having to dial fewer.

I don’t remember exactly when the five-digit dialing was phased out. I just remember being rather young, growing up in Cerulean and knowing that I could dial a 5 and then the last four digits of whatever Cerulean-based phone number I knew. Very soon, we’ll be dialing the way those big-city folks have been doing for ages.

Let’s say that’s a 25-year gap between big changes, just to put a number on it. I’ll be 58 in another 25 years. I wonder if we’ll even be using phones then.

Another thing that instigated my recent young-to-old thought process is one that probably occurs to many other people – Christmas.

Again, sometime around 25 years ago, I can recall opening gifts at one of our family gatherings. Box after box, nothing but clothes.

Who does that to a kid? I’d spent the first several years of my life being programmed to expect toys and cool stuff for Christmas gifts, only to have the rug pulled out from under me.

Of course, this was the first of several gatherings that year, and the toys and cool stuff were plentiful that year. Still, it was a scarring experience. And I’m only exaggerating a little bit here.

Now, one of my favorite gifts to open is a box with several bags of brand new socks I get every year from my mother-in-law. Now tell me I’m not old.

Justin McGill is the general manager of The Cadiz Record and can be reached by email at jmcgill@cadizrecord.com.
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