I just finished a book that was an easy read, a mystery that depended on one not knowing much about the industry involved. It was set in two time periods: the late 70’s and the late 90″s. I find it difficult to read about eras in which I personally felt up-to-date and realize that they are now past times. Heck, I myself called them “eras.”

Eras were the 20’s and 30’s and 40’s, not to mention the turn of the century – the one from 1899-1900. I am bemused thinking about being an adult 40 years ago, when men wore white belts and white shoes and had wide sideburns. I remember the evening The Smothers Brothers introduced Glen Campbell as their summer replacement; now I see he has Alzheimer’s. Time did not go gentle on his mind, and I need to be slapped for letting that remark just flow right off my fingers.

Rose just sent me a message: She said she didn’t think even I could sink so low. I’m not surprised; I’m getting to know myself.