I have started to see late 90’s cars with antique plates and the other day I saw someone online ask if they should buy a vintage watch and it was my watch, the one on my wrist right now. This is when I am starting to feel the weight of time and realize how far downstream I’ve floated on the river of time.
There is something strange about seeing a 90’s Honda Civic with antique plates to begin with but then I realize that this is the car that everyone and their brother was driving to high school. For most of my life antiques have been something from before I was born. Now they are things from my lifetime, and not just the very early part of it. I don’t think I would have blinked if I saw a Buick Cutlas Supreme with antique plates, but a white Honda Civic. That’s a horse of a different color.
Then there is the whole idea of my watch that I have had and worn for 25 years being vintage. I guess at this point I’m vintage. I saw an article on fashion not that long ago talking about how crew socks scrunched down is back in fashion. When I was in high school and college everyone else wore ankle socks and then it became tube socks all the way up. I always followed the fashion trend of when I was in elementary school. As it turned out I’d been out of fashion so long I was back in fashion, or at least my socks were.
The 90’s were an interesting time. Yesterday on the drive home a Sabrina Carpenter song came on, I can’t recall which one, but it sounded a lot like a Meghan Trainor song and I said to my wife, “This is what I’m talking about. Music hasn’t changed in 20 years. They’ve just found new Taylor Swifts and Meghan Trainors.” In the 90’s if you turned on the pop radio you might here Gregorian chants or the lead actor of a movie rapping about that movie or the country singer pretending he’s a rock singer and going by a different name or Riverdance. It was a wild time.
Anyway my timer has gone off and there are kids outside I need to tell to get off my lawn and clouds that need fists shaken at.
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