Two things happened today that made me think of this thread and my chronological relation to the dinosaurs:
1) a couple guys in the lunchroom were talking about gory accidents during sports events, and I started rambling about Joe Theismann/Lawrence Taylor. I gradually noticed they were both looking at me like I had 3 heads. Turns out they never heard of the incident or the guys. Before they were born. Way.
2) A guy was asking me about events that take place in Port Credit where I live. It is a happening lakefront area with many festivals 'n shit through the summer. I talked about one evening having strains of David Wilcox suddenly drift in while I was sitting, well, RIGHT HERE. And I hopped on my bike and saw him and I went on to say how the first times I saw Wilcox, I was sneaking into bars with fake ID. I chuckled how needing fake ID for bars is not a recent thing for me. Damn, I said, I guess that was 25 years ago. Time flies.
But I realize now it was 35 years.