I’m old. I know I am old because working in the two industries in which I do — writing and then the restaurant business to make that extra jingle — I am surrounded by those younger than myself. I find myself often saying things that must sound like a foreign language as I have to explain what the heck I am talking about, like most recently when I interviewed Luke Dykstra — Son of Nails — and Wally Backman weeks apart and tried to explain how cool that was. I guess you had to be there. In 1986. Like I was.
Another one of those things was the USFL.