I'm still sittin' in the fifty, still can't find my glasses and I was working on a very serious poem about quantum computers...which after 3 days is still a whip. I guess fifty is an age when everything seems to take forever to do and you can actually see the hour hand moving on the clock. Funny how the 70's show still seems like yesterday. I can still remember my mother-in-laws kitchen looking exactly like the one on the set. My brother-in-law had a haircut like Kelso's and I actually wore polyesther shirts. Now the kitchen is a hodgepodge of "gadgets", my brother-in-law is almost bald and I wear quilted shirts just trying to stay warm.