Feeling My Age

I was about to explain to chrys over at Pettifog Jots & Tittles that one of the commenters that frequents here is an old friend. I was about to say how old. Then it hit me. Most of the eighties, the decade through which I was a young man, (and first met this guy) was over twenty years ago. Kids born then are adults now. The music I listened to is used in advertising now. I’m OLD!  But my friend Your Name Here is older so there!