I turned 13 in July, 1978. I was headed into eighth grade in a small middle school in a small town in Kentucky. The country’s economy was bad and our little town was hit hard: well-paying jobs in the coal mines and the few factories we had disappeared and there weren’t any new industries to take their places. I lived in a dry county, except for the VFW or American Legion and private clubs like the Elks, Lions and Moose Clubs where liquor was served illegally with a wink and a nudge and the occasional raid during election year.
On Tuesday, I turned 28. Apparently, the older you get, the more time flies, because I feel like I just turned 18. It doesn’t help that I recently took on a new job in social media at my alma mater, so I am constantly being mistaken for a student when I really just want to take someone’s photo to post on Facebook. Read More ‘The Cosby Show,’ ‘Who’s the Boss,’ and Other Shows that Premiered When I Did