De-generation

Been a long, long time since I wrote. Lots of stuff happening, but really not. But I ramble. I have recently started thinking a lot about life, and the finite nature of it.
So here is a take on what lies ahead.

You know you’re part of generation “W” (ahem.. the one before X) when:

1. Your hanging out and shopping at the city after a hard day’s work yields a cauliflower and a couple of bell peppers.
2. You are mildly irritated that older people are not being offered seats on the bus.
3. Night, for you, starts at 6:30 p.m.
4. You don’t understand the music on the radio (or) if NPR is on your car’s preset. In fact, if you just listen to the radio, you’re certified W.
5. You declare St. Valentine’s Day as a marketing gimmick.
6. Your town meeting is marked on your calendar.
7. You know the town meets every now and then.
8. You think cassettes are perfectly normal music storage devices.
9. You call people on the phone just to say “hi.”
10. You reminesce, not imagine, about life without technology and instant communication.
11. You read, voluntarily.