{"id":331,"date":"2010-10-05T14:49:41","date_gmt":"2010-10-05T18:49:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.cliverowe.com\/blog\/?p=331"},"modified":"2010-10-05T14:49:41","modified_gmt":"2010-10-05T18:49:41","slug":"you-know-you-are-getting-old-when","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.cliverowe.com\/blog\/2010\/10\/05\/you-know-you-are-getting-old-when\/","title":{"rendered":"You Know You’re Getting Old When. . ."},"content":{"rendered":"

It was recently my birthday, and in sending me best wishes my younger brother explained that: “At a certain stage it is no longer ‘happy birthday’ it is just ‘birthday.'” While I tend to agree with that statement, I feel no particular angst at getting older. However, I recently discovered a more worrying marker of aging, other than gray (and fewer) hairs, that made me reconsider.<\/p>\n

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I was in a supermarket and realized that not only did I recognize the music playing, I liked it. Lest you think this was some hip place that lays food items out in straw and uses artistically hand-drawn signage, I can assure you it was not.
\n[Indeed such a place would be playing classical music not the classic rock that I recognized.]<\/span><\/p>\n

This makes me feel almost as old as learning those new CD thingies are thirty years old<\/a>.<\/p>\n

Notes:<\/h4>\n

Food items in straw, muzak turned to the classical channel, and those artsy signs are probably a good marker that you are overpaying for your groceries. You would not catch Sam Walton merchandising with such foo-foo nonsense.<\/p>\n

I can (try to) claim that gray hairs make me look more distinguished, wise, and mature, I can see no such benefit in appreciating supermarket music.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Even more than gray hairs, you know you are getting old when. . .<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[7,10,15],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.cliverowe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/331"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.cliverowe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.cliverowe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.cliverowe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.cliverowe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=331"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"http:\/\/www.cliverowe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/331\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":335,"href":"http:\/\/www.cliverowe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/331\/revisions\/335"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.cliverowe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=331"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.cliverowe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=331"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.cliverowe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=331"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}