You know you’re getting old….

Age is just a number. Like the national debt, for example.

I always tell my older brother than age is just a number...and his is bigger than mine. Same brother I was going to take to the Heart Attack Grill in Las Vegas and a few weeks before we went....he had a heart attack :yikes: Mostly recovered now, but a minor miracle of the number of things that went right for that to happen.
 
I always tell my older brother than age is just a number...and his is bigger than mine.
Older brothers are always fair game. I got to give my older brother instrument instruction for a fore hours…you know, partial panel in IMC to a DME arc, stuff like that. :)
 
My daughter informed me yesterday that I am to be a grandfather.

In addition to all the other signs of advanced age, that tops 'em all.
You know you’re getting old when you start sleeping with a grandma?
 
There is only 3 ways to know when you are old....

I'll give you the first one:

#1. Never trust a fart....
 
Advice on frying bacon naked. Advice on wet farts. I'm seriously concerned you might have cabin fever but it's a little too early in the season.

We had rain yesterday for about 30 minutes. I haven't seen that much rain in years. Even my wife thought I was nuts for being outside dancing in the rain...
 
Speaking of... I've got a Selectric III here, anybody want it? I picked it up at a sale when a local business closed. I used to be fairly good at Selectric work; the first IBM systems I learned to repair used a 1052 for the console. I don't have the manuals, or the required lubricants, and the thing needs a tune-up. I'll hate to scrap it, but I'll hate to ship it even more. Free to a good home, but you gotta pick it up.
Send a message to Curious Marc on YouTube if you don’t get any takers on POA.
 
Uh-oh. I think we need a definition of golf shirt. AFAF...

Dave came to Tucson for some flight training. We decided to meet for the first time at a steakhouse at the bar. I got there first, saw a guy who looked to be about 100 years old in a maroon golf shirt and a hat. I texted Dave that I would be at the bar in a maroon golf shirt and a hat.

There ya have it.
 
Dave came to Tucson for some flight training. We decided to meet for the first time at a steakhouse at the bar. I got there first, saw a guy who looked to be about 100 years old in a maroon golf shirt and a hat. I texted Dave that I would be at the bar in a maroon golf shirt and a hat.

There ya have it.

He almost had me, but the guy didn’t look like he was expecting me and I thought, “there’s no way that’s him.” :D
 
@Timbeck2 , unfortunately I probably won’t be doing training in Tucson any time soon. We are transitioning from the Challenger 604 to a Challenger 650 and they don’t provide that training there. In fact, I’m in Wilmington, DE right now for recurrent and differences training.
 
Some say getting old is known by stopping on the stairs and wondering what you were going after upstairs.

But the day will come when you will stand on the stairs and wonder whether you were going up or coming down ...
 
You know you're old when your youngest kid is over 30.

Try over 40.

I listen to the 80s channel quite a bit. Class of '87 here. :D

Just don't get me started on the crap kids listen to today. And get off my lawn!!!

You're just a kid. HS class of 70 (and we're having our 50th anniversary reunion 2 years late (this coming weekend) because of Covid-19.

I walked into a group conversation in the company kitchen. A few guys roughly my age were talking with a punk kid co-worker...who claims he did not know who Jimmy Buffet is.
(HS class of '84 here)

Gee, we just got home from 2 weeks at Margaritaville in St. Thomas.

When I was riding the bus to jr. high school, I saw a gas station advertising fuel for $0.98

Lowest price I remember seeing was .199 a gallon.

To Nebraska and back from Florida? No thanks. But your post reminded me....

Back when I was starting out at Martin Marietta, we were writing documents like specifications and test requirements on a word processor running on a mainframe. For classified stuff, the classified numbers or words would be omitted, and a reference number used in their place. Then we'd have to go to one of the Selectrics in the office and type up a key sheet that had the classified data. After it was typed, the sheet and the typewriter ribbon cartridge would go into the safe. When we had to do another sheet, the classified ribbon would come out of the safe for the typing, then back it would go.

Ah, those were the days....

I worked for MM Denver Aerospace from late 1979 to late 1983. I don't recall dealing with ribbons the way you do, but I do remember dealing with MM Data Systems on their CDC Cyber 176. May I NEVER deal with them again.

I have a HP 41CV sitting on my desk that is my daily go-to calculator. It was purchased in 1978. I have the card reader that goes with it and a couple of application modules.

My HP 41CV is used as my go-to calculator, as well. I bought it a bit later than 1978 (1981 or so?). In 1978 I was still working for the Navy (civilian) and had an HP-25C programmable. I had to leave that when I left silly service in 1979, so I bought an HP 34C and then the HP 41CV when I ran out of memory in the 34C. Of course, back when I was working for Intel I would dig out my slide rule (Picket N4-ES Double Log Slide Rule) and use it to harass the younger engineers. They would ask what is was and my standard reply was that it was a calculator whose battery never dies and whose display hybrid never quit, both of which had happened with my HP-41CV. Then I had to explain what an HP-41CV was. Kids!!!

My first programming experience was on an IBM System 360 / Model 67. I learned FORTRAN on that machine when I was a senior in high school. Nice growing up in a college town. Originally the WATFOR compiler, then switched to the WATFIV compiler. It made the required FORTRAN programming class in EE at WSU a very easy A when you walked into the class already knowing the language.

I remember a trivia deck of cards at the 1983 WESCON trade show had a significant error in one of its question/answers. It asked what was the IBM System 360 / Model 67? The answer they provided was "A system that never saw the light of day". My boss at the time and I thought that was quite wrong as he had used one at Stanford University and I had used one at Washington State University. Oops.

You know you're old when you are walking through the computer display in the Smithsonian museum (years ago) and looking at the displays you say to yourself "I used to use one of those. Heck, I still have one of those."
 
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""""My HP 41CV is used as my go-to calculator, as well. I bought it a bit later than 1978 (1981 or so?). """ "

Reverse Polish Notation

The DAY I graduated from the UW, with an IE degree, HP came out with their first handheld. I still glance, with a smile, at my Post Versalog.

versalog1460_1.jpg
 
Reverse Polish Notation

The DAY I graduated from the UW, with an IE degree, HP came out with their first handheld. I still glance, with a smile, at my Post Versalog.

versalog1460_1.jpg
Bamboo slides. Super smooth those.
 
An OLD friend called, she said she felt much older that day.

Her YOUNGEST grandson had just retired, and she was inviting me to the party.

I was best man when her son married..............

Her youngest grandson was not really old, as he was retiring from the Airforce with 20 years of service.

But that was more than 20 years ago.
 
And I said "Oh my God, it can't EVER reach $1.00/gallon; can it?

and all the gas pumps had to be replaced when it did

I'm so old I can remember when HP made great stuff.

And I can remember when "Made In Japan" was a pejorative.

my 15C Is still going strong

View attachment 107821 If you can’t recognize this, you’re not really old.

Ray Walston’s hat?

If you can finish the phrase: Plop Plop, Fizz Fizz ...

Or can sing the entire “ooey gooey rich and chewy inside” song
 
Or can sing the entire “ooey gooey rich and chewy inside” song

Well then ... you certainly remember: "Two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun!"
 
I'm not yet old, but

bottle of Coca-Cola $.05
local eatery's egg/bacon/toast/coffee breakfast $.19
gas $.11/gal (and you could not pump it yourself)
sales tax did not exist
in physics class only Newton's First Law had been invented
 
I'm not yet old, but

bottle of Coca-Cola $.05
local eatery's egg/bacon/toast/coffee breakfast $.19
gas $.11/gal (and you could not pump it yourself)
sales tax did not exist
in physics class only Newton's First Law had been invented


I wish full service gas stations still existed.
I would use them on nasty winter days.
 
Pepsi cola hits the spot
12 full ounces, that's a lot...



This one is way before my time, but my mom would sing it...and sometimes still does.
 
Not anywhere near where I live. Its been 20 years since I've seen one.
Dang. You responded quick. I edited it like 10 seconds later.
They do. In Oregon. C'mon down. Well, not exactly full service. But they do pump the gas for you.
 
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