40 to 80

My friend Chuck says that 40 is half time. It's when you look back over where you've been and get ready for the rest of the game. (It's also an age I never pictured Chuck to be, and he probably didn't of me either.)

He's right. I've been doing a lot of looking back lately. Or more accurately, listening back. I've been digging up all the old tunes I used to listen to.

Of course, that's got me rememberin. And the more I remember, the more I want to write it down. So I'm going to do a little Back to the Eighties thing on this here blog for the next couple of weeks.

Warning: This isn't going to be like an Eighties Night at your local bar. I lived a comletely different decade.

For instance, the other day Allie said something about dancing on the ceiling. I didn't know what she was talking about. So she got on YouTube and pulled up this:



She was shocked when I said I'd never heard the song or seen the video. She said it was on the radio all the time back then.

But, back then, this was my idea of a party: