In the 1950s:
We had a 19” Black & White TV. I watched this and laughed.
In the 1960s:
In the 1970s:
I learned guitar watching others play, dreamed about sex 500 times a day, and got married.
In the 1980s:
I got divorced, drove to California, acted on TV and learned computers.
In the 1990s:
I made up noises and music for the movies, and got married again.
In the 2000s:
In 2010: We moved to Washington, I got a job helping people die, and another one helping them live. I’ve been writing about it ever since. I don’t know what will happen next. That’s why it’s fun to continue living.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY to ME!