In the mid 50’s, a visit to NYC with my mother always include a stop at an Orange Julius stand…..also the Horn and Hardart automat….but that’s another story!!!Miss them.
Oh, oh! Now WJ will declare you ancient.
What’s this? The pot calling the kettle black? Hmmmmmmm?
When I’m surrounded by colleagues who can barely remember George Bush Sr. when he was president (and some are too young to remember him) I’m even referring to work colleagues who are in MANAGEMENT! Then how do you think I feel?