a decade<\/p>\n
America…since…Gosh, I don’t know…But we started to think in decades.<\/p>\n
The 50s…the 60s…the 70s…the 80s…<\/p>\n
The 80s are coming back, don’t you know?<\/p>\n
But, what’s up with the arbitrary emphasis on the ‘0’? the 80 to the 90. Or the 1950 to the 1960.<\/p>\n
We have an extra zero now, and we hardly know what to do with it. We don’t have a cute term for the now…The fifties, the eighties, the nineties…and two thousand five…or worse, two thousand and five.<\/p>\n
We’re kind of drifting until we get to call it the teens. Then it’s back on solid ground, the twenties, the thirties and the forties.<\/p>\n
But at this moment, we are half way. 2005.<\/p>\n
And for me, that concludes my own personal decade. On October 15, 1995 I flew from the Anchorage airport to Sacramento California.<\/p>\n
My first decade of California living has passed.<\/p>\n
I have a geeky reason for remembering that it was 1995. That was when it went from Windows 3.11 to Windows 95<\/p>\n
A big year, to be sure. And the decade that followed has been justly monumental. I am so happy to be where I am and to have the skills that I have.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
a decade America…since…Gosh, I don’t know…But we started to think in decades. The 50s…the 60s…the 70s…the 80s… The 80s are coming back, don’t you know? But, what’s up with the arbitrary emphasis on the ‘0’? the 80 to the 90. … Continue reading