when it's a competition between your friends who takes the most drugs (prescription) and who's pains are the worst, who has the most Doctors, who has the best prepaid funeral plan, You've decided what everyone gets in your will and nobody really wants it.
You're the cranky old guy in the hood.
You know how to rebuild a carburetor. You also know what it did/does.
The Oldies station doesn't play your music anymore.
All your childhood family pictures are getting yellowed.
You're the only one that can name the adults in those pictures.
You remember when $150/week was a good pay check.
Getting off the party line and having a private line was a big deal.
A TV with remote was high tech.
A fridge and electric stove and maybe an electric mixer was a modern kitchen.
You got your hot water to wash yourself and the dishes from the hot water tank on the side of the wood stove.
To do laundry your mother had to start a fire outside to heat the water and carry it in with a bucket.
You took a bath once a week.
You had no idea what McDonald's was.
Automatic transmission in your car was a big deal.
You remember when Ford, GM and Chrysler were the dominant car makers.
You know what AMC made.
A computer took up the whole floor of an office building and didn't really do much.
You're on a first name basis with the pharmacist.
Anybody under 40 is too young to be doing that.
You run into childhood friends who are out with their grandchildren.