The age of innocence we knew died a long time ago. 

Most of us don't remember it and the ones who are old enough to remember that time, well, they don't anymore.

They barely remember their names.

We took down the bad guy and it only took 10 years.  I hope the next bad guy doesn't take as long, I'll be going into my fifties, still cruising porn but probably done with Open.Salon.

Most of my friends on here will be sitting in rest homes, the ones that were featured in Sixty Minutes as being 'bad' but their kids wanted cheap, not good.

"What? Where am I? Who stole my pudding pops!" Cranky Cuss will be screaming as the nice nurse gives him his ice water enema.  "I'll blog about this if you don't ZZZZzzzzzzZZZZzzzz....."

Ahh, the age of innocence, so quickly lost.

Who here remembers riding their bicycle up to the neighborhood store to buy some penny candy, mostly some Swedish fish and then heading over to their friend's house to look at the dirty adult magazines they found under their dad's bed?

Me neither.

See, the age of innocence is lost.

The other day, the wife and I went to the movies, RIO 3D, a good film.   The wifey snuck in some snacks and a diet Coke.

I know, what a rebel, right?

Anyways, I thought some pretzels would be good and proceeded to the snack counter.

I'm not THAT old but I remember a time when a boy could sucker his dad into giving him five bucks for the moving picture show and could come home with change left over.

Try that nowadays, you'll discover, five bucks won't even fill the car with gas let alone get you a date for the movies!

So there I stood, feeling like my grampa suddenly. 

"$6.95 for a small coke? Is it actual cocaine?!"

I made it up to the point where the 16 year old pimply face youth behind the counter said, "Can I help you SIR?" 

"You sure can, can I have a time machine....like to go back to like 1985!"

The 30something person behind me giggled and stated, "Amen!". 

"Am I missing the punchline, SIR?" the 16 year old commented.

The way he said SIR made me want to punch him in the throat.

Today, I received something in the mail that made me think that maybe I wasn't really born in 1971.

I mean, really, I'm taking the words of my parents that I was. 

I have a piece of paper that states, "On July 16th, 1971, Tinky Winky was hereby birthed live and screaming...." but something like that could be easily forged.

"Dear Mr. Tink,

We are proud to announce  a Senior Final Expense Life Insurance Program to help pay for your final expense. At present, Social Security only pays $255.  This Senior Plan will pay 100% of all funeral expenses not paid by Social Security, up to $25,000 for each Senior Citizen covered."

The front of the post card sized mailing read IMPORTANT NOTICE TO ALL SENIORS! and had an American Flag on the front of it.

How I wanted to punch Senior Advisor Services and Insurance Services Inc. in the throat as well.

So here I am, broke, busted, and now feeling old, remembering a time when me and my buddies would go to the movies, buddy nights could get you in for like 2 for a buck price, a large popcorn and soda put you back $2 and with the other two bucks, you could get a date, if you didn't feel like dating your buddy!

Washoe Theatre in Anaconda, Montana --- it's still there, just too far away and a different time now. 

Click here for more information on this theatre.  

Anaconda was the place where I met my first love and she broke my heart two days later by breaking up with me before we even went out (Though we did kissy kissy on a hike up the "C Hill").

 The "C Hill" stolen from here. (Go check 'em out for more photos of Anaconda --- not a bad town, the people are a different story! Hahaha!! :D) The 'C' stands for Copperheads.  The town's high school team(on the other hill there's a big A.  No kissy kissy there!!)

I know, what a bitch!

Too many memories, not enough ink in the pen to write about it all right now, but someday, I'll tell you about....wait...what was I going to tell you about?

I forget.

Good night and have a better tomorrow!