I just related this story to a friend and thought I’d retell it here:
The other day over breakfast my wife and I were talking and she was trying to help me remember who a person was (I’ve since forgotten who we were talking about because, as the title of this post suggests, I’m old.) and she said, “He used to have blue and green hair.”
And I replied, “Who didn’t?” and she nodded her head as if to say, “Good point.”
I don’t even need all the fingers on one hand to count the number of times that being a child of the 80’s has made me happy, but that was totally one of them. Totally.