I am a child of the eighties.

That is what I prefer to be called. The nineties can do without me. Grunge isn't here to stay, fashion is fickle and "Generation X" is a myth created by some over-40 writer trying to figure out why people wear flannel in the summer.

When I got home from school, I played Atari 2600. I spent hours playing Pitfall or Combat or Breakout or Frogger. I never did beat Asteriods. Then I watched Scooby-Doo. Daphne was a goddess, and I thought Shaggy was fiquring out how to make a pipe out of my mom's vase's in the back of my cousin's blue van. I WAS NOT A FAN OF SCRAPPY DOO.

We never beat Rubik's cube, unless you count taking off the stickers. I got up on Saturday mornings at 6am to watch bad Hanna-Barbera cartoons like The Snorks, Captain Caveman, and SpaceGhost. In between I would watch SchoolHouse Rock (Conjunction junction, what's your function?).

Thngs have changed, but for the better?

George M
7/7/2019