I consider myself "old" because I have passed the milestone most people have set in their minds as being "that point" in one's life. To the teenager, old is probably over thirty. To the nonagenarian, old is probably something more than 100. Regardless, I am definitely in the Autumn of my years. As far as being a dinosaur, my line becomes extinct the day I die (50 or a hundred years from now). My half-sister from my mother's second marriage died in 1972 at the age of 20. She was unmarried and childless. My half-sister from my father's second marriage is alive and well, happily married and also childless. She's a lady so I won't mention her age but she is close enough to my age that were she to have a child, it would be a miracle and in every medical journal known to man and on The Today Show.
On the threshold of my extinction I feel compelled to speak about some things which have been bothering me over the years. Why am I bothered? Because, it seems, the world and intelligent behavior and common sense have not taken the track my teachers and professors led me to believe they would with applied education. Based on the philosophies of the educators who taught me my ABC's and 3 R's and beyond,"things" in the real world should have improved. Incrementally perhaps but still in a positive direction. I think it's gone the other way.
It's a rare day that I don't see or hear something that gets my attention and makes me say, "You can't be serious!" Here, now, I'll be able to think out loud. Maybe I'm right on and maybe I'm dead wrong but at least I won't be silent.
Here comes the Dinosaur!