Feeling old................

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Have been at helping out on the range at the fall LE training all last week and one afternoon between sessions I squeezed in a little time to send a few down range with a 38-- 44 HD. One of the newest hands came over and asked if he could fire it, said he had never shot a revolver.

I loaded it and let him fire it. When the 6 were gone he had a big smile on his face that changed to a perplexed look. He said, "I don't know how to open it to remove the empties".

Boy did I feel like old.
 
I know the feeling. A couple of months ago some friends stopped by and they had their grand duaghter with them. Kid was about 9 or 10 years old.
She discovered the bag a clothes pins on the kitchen counter, and held one up and asked "What are these things?".

Some time back a friend told me a good story. Said his son brought a friend home with him. The son`s friend spotted some old 45 records and exclaimed "Hey! Cool! Where did you get the black CDs?".
 
My model 28 has been called an antique more than once at the range, until I call the target back and show the pattern and the 357 holes.
 
I do not just feel old, I AM old. But I look at it as being a good thing. During my long life I have experienced and seen many things that those coming up these days will never get to experience such as buying new handguns from a drug store without filling out paperwork or being approved by some government agency.
 
I do not just feel old, I AM old. But I look at it as being a good thing. During my long life I have experienced and seen many things that those coming up these days will never get to experience such as buying new handguns from a drug store without filling out paperwork or being approved by some government agency.

Talking about old - as a kid, we didn't know what a drug store was, and we didn't have government agencies, but we did have handguns.

Pete
 
Old is when you find out S&W M&Ps arn't revolvers any more.

When you take your 25 cent lunch money, go to the local gas/station, For fast food they would slice a huge piece of baloney for a sandwich, RC Cola and Sack of Bull Durham and have change left.

But, you had to be in 7th grade or higher to smoke in school, 6th grade and below had to have parents permission.
 
Wisdom does not come with age. It just that as you get older you become less physically capable of acting stupid.
 
I do not just feel old, I AM old. But I look at it as being a good thing. During my long life I have experienced and seen many things that those coming up these days will never get to experience such as buying new handguns from a drug store without filling out paperwork or being approved by some government agency.

I heard those were the days. Feeling a bit sluggish, you go to the drug store to pick up some leeches for blood letting. Then you notice they just got in some of those new fangled blunderbuss's that you just cant pass up.
 
Last year I went on a field trip with our then 5th grader and on the way back a girl from his class asked me if I had a cell phone. I said yes, thinking she needed to make a call. Well, she didn't need to make a call, she wanted to know if I could tell her what time it was! I said yes, as a matter of fact I can, and I can do it without even taking my phone out of my pocket because I can tell time the old fashioned way - with my watch!:rolleyes:

Apparently we're raising a generation of children that don't bother to wear watches, they turn to their phones for everything, including the time.:(
 
Last year I went on a field trip with our then 5th grader and on the way back a girl from his class asked me if I had a cell phone. I said yes, thinking she needed to make a call. Well, she didn't need to make a call, she wanted to know if I could tell her what time it was! I said yes, as a matter of fact I can, and I can do it without even taking my phone out of my pocket because I can tell time the old fashioned way - with my watch!:rolleyes:

Apparently we're raising a generation of children that don't bother to wear watches, they turn to their phones for everything, including the time.:(

For a second there I thought you would say you looked up to see where the sun was in the sky... :p

It isn't limited to the youngsters. My older brother hates wearing a watch; always has. EVERY room in his house has a clock in it, and if he's out he uses his cell phone. Me, if I don't have my watch on I feel lop-sided.

About ten years ago my oldest daughter's class took a field trip to the Experience Music Project in Seattle. Needless to say that's one field trip I volunteered to chaperone. Boy did I feel old explaining who Jimi Hendrix was...
 
Years ago I was leading a snowshoe walk for a class of children and their parents in a local wildlife refuge. My foot caught on a branch and I fell. I got up, dusted myself off, when a youngster came up asking if I was OK. Yes, I was fine. Off he went to report this to his friends. A girl in the group asked him why did Mr.---- fall? His reply, loud enough for all the hear, was a classic. "Oh, he fell cause he's old". The parents haven't stopped laughing since.
 
When you can't buy a triple decker ice cream cone for .15 at the local drugstore which is now a mini mall.
 
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I feel like a piker...

Here I was feeling old the other day because I was listening to '80s music on the "oldies" station.

...AND I remember when they actually had MUSIC on MTV. ;)
 
Having driven the Deadwood stage coach and talked to an Indian that was at the battle of the Little Big Horn, yeh, sometimes I feel kind of old.:cool:
 
We lived in the country long enough ago that when the phone rang you had to listen for the long/short rings to know if it was your call or the neighbors. Rotary dial, but at that time you only had to dial the last 5 digits of anyones number.
RD
 
Having driven the Deadwood stage coach and talked to an Indian that was at the battle of the Little Big Horn, yeh, sometimes I feel kind of old.:cool:


I don't really think it was nice of that Indian to refer to you as "Oldtimer." That was just wrong. ;)
 
Getting Old (er)

Heck, I knew I was getting old when Smokey The Bear showed up at my birthday party and stomped out my cake.
olcop
 
Yeah I'm geeting old......and at times it sucks donkey b@%#s....but it also let's me say what I want and have a freedom to come and go as I please. It's nice not to feel the need to work 65 hours a week to keep my kids fed and clothed. Life is good....:)
 
A good friend of mine, a bit younger but well past the age of consent, was dithering and procrastinating about buying a M25 that he really wanted.
He said he just was in the habit of saving and it was a hard habit to break.

I asked him if he was still saving for his old age, well, yes he said.

So I said you’ve made it, after years saving for it, you are there, now what do you intend to do with the money?
He bought the M25.
 
Having driven the Deadwood stage coach and talked to an Indian that was at the battle of the Little Big Horn, yeh, sometimes I feel kind of old.:cool:

My greatgrandfather, J.D. McDonald, also drove the stage coach from Bismarck, DT to Deadwood during the gold rush . If I remember correctly he mentioned an older driver with a name like Iggy. I could be mistaken.
 
I knew I was getting old when I dropped my daughter off at high school and found myself thinking that some of the mothers were pretty hot and the high school girls looked like kids.

By the way, my newest S&W is 26 years old ( 1985 ) and my oldest was shipped the same month I was born in 1952.
 
I felt old the other day when my youngest son(he is in his fortys) asked me what my timing light was. And what it was used for.
 
A old man was telling me how his father shook hands with president lincoln on the front lines in the civil war and my old school teacher brought his fathers civil war musket to school and shot it for us. I still recall a old great uncle that was born in 1865. (Older brother of my grandfather)
 
I felt old the other day when my youngest son(he is in his fortys) asked me what my timing light was. And what it was used for.

You know, for a moment I was going to make some "humorous" comment that you should have showed him what it was when he was fifteen, but then I realized 2 of my 3 daughters wouldn't be able to tell the difference between a timing gun and a Glock... :(

I guess that's what happens when they live 500 miles away with the ex. *sigh*

Of course, a lot of people couldn't tell the difference between a timing gun and a Glock... :p
 
I started feeling old in the 80s. I had a job stocking magazine racks at various stores, and one of my stores was the Base Exchange at the local Air Force Base. Seeing them high school kids walking around with pilot's wings and Captain's bars let me know that I was old. And I was only 30.
 
At a Living History even I met a WWII reenactor who said:
"My grandfather served in Vietnam."
 
I went back to school after 32 years when I was 50. I was in a class one day having a discussion, when someone said something that reminded me of Jerry Brown-the then former Gov of California. The instructor was about my age and smiled as he asked the class, "How manny know who Jerry Brown is?" No one raised their hand, so I followed up with, "You know, Linda Rhonstadt's boy friend." Again, the teacher asked, with a glint in his eye, "How many know who Linda Rhonstadt is?" Nothing. Feeling somewhat digruntled at the lack of cultural accumen by my mostly teen aged fellow students, I remarked in an offhand way, "I guess the next thing you'll tell me is that no one has ever heard of the "Beatles," and the instructor again ask for the hand (S) of all of those who had. One-I think. Then this year when I went to renew my DL, I had to take 3 kinds of documentation to prove I wasn't an illegal alien, including my birth certificate. Along with all of the other thoughts and feelings that came along with having to prove I was an American, I noticed that on my birth certificate that the hospital's phone # only had 3 digits! Flapjack.
 
We lived in the country long enough ago that when the phone rang you had to listen for the long/short rings to know if it was your call or the neighbors. Rotary dial, but at that time you only had to dial the last 5 digits of anyones number.
RD

We were two "shorts" :)
 
Short and a long--most folks waited til it stopped and listened to see who was calling..
my phone was 352-G.
I was in jr high before rotary came to us.
I have felt old so long that I forget how it feels to feel young.
Anybody still working is a kid.
In WWII we only had electricity for the milk barn.
Indoor plumbing/running water/gas or electricity were only rumors. Wash tubs were still used-----by some :).
Blessings
 
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When we got hooked up with MA Bell in 1962, a bunch of ranchers had to pool their money and provide the labor to build 65 miles of line to Bell specs. I was chosen to "rep" for 5 ranches in the area. We sold the line to MA for $1.00 and they took over.

Even then every phone call was long distance until 2001.
 
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