I'm SO old, that...

To me, Morgan Freeman will always be remembered fondly as "the black guy on The Electric Company, who isn't Bill Cosby."

I remember the cost of a call at a pay phone going up from ten cents to fifteen cents.

I remember the cost of a regular postage stamp going up from eight cents(?) to ten cents.

I remember the advent of Diet Coke.

I remember the advent of Chicken McNuggets.

I remember McDonald's advertising that they would henceforth be serving breakfast.

I grew up in a household with a console TV that was black and white.

I remember watching The Price is Right, when it was called The NEW Price is Right.

I got my driver's license the same year the Baltimore Colts snuck out of town in the middle of the night, like cat-burglars.

At the time of my birth, all former US Presidents, since Herbert Hoover, who HADN'T died in office, were still alive.

I remember watching a MORNING show, called The David Letterman Show.

For the first 22 or so years of my life, Maryland had ONE area code (there are AT LEAST four now).

I posessed an analog clock-radio...which was too big to pick up with one hand.

My boyhood home had one of the first-generation answering machines. It contained a reel-to-reel tape, simulated wood-grain finish around the edges, was the approximate length and width of a phone book, and was about 4 to 5 inches in height.

I was a very thrilled pre-schooler, when my mom purchased her BRAND NEW metallic-green 1972 Ford Maverick (after her 1962 red Chevy Nova convertible (which she'd also purchased new) had finally given up).