I spent some time poking around on Classmates.com, reading message boards from high schools I didn't go to but which were located in neighborhoods within a few miles of mine- all of them neighborhoods somewhat more well-to-do than the one in which I grew up. It was depressing. They were full of crotchety old farts flaunting their ignorance, their bigotry and their sour hostility toward anything outside their narrow experience. The really depressing thing was that most of these grumps were younger than I am.
Here's the problem; When do I get to turn into an obnoxious old curmudgeon? I'm beginning to think that I've got some sort of glandular disorder that prevents me from acting my age. And I was so looking forward to shaking sticks at kids someday. Instead, I feel like shaking sticks at stupid people much closer to my own age. I guess things just never work out the way you expect.