Half-past, quarter-till, five-of. These time-telling conventions I grew up with left the lexicon before my kids were born. But that never stopped me from using them: Me: “I’ll pick you up at the tennis court at half-past.”Sophie: “Half-past??!” Me: “C’mon Eli, I want to get there by 6:00. It’s already five-of.”Eli: “Five-what??!” Me: “We’re meeting … Continue reading Times change
1970s
Don’t be a Sissy-La-La
One of a million conversations over the years between my brother and me: “Well I think you’re wasting your dime. You won't hear back from them. Stamps cost thirteen cents now.” “The advertisement says they'll send me the booklet for a dime.” “That comic book is five years old.” Me: Scrawny, tiny, waiflike, weak. Compared … Continue reading Don’t be a Sissy-La-La