I have a confession to make. This confession, which I realized last week, reinforces that I am indeed turning old in a few weeks.
I listen to talk radio. Willingly.
See I remember being annoyed and bored by talk radio when I was young and hip. Ok ok. I probably wasn't ever hip, but I was young dammit. And talk radio practically put me to sleep. Can't we please listen to anything else?
I don't know when it started. But now when I'm in the car, more often than not, I'm listening to an AM station. Gasp. And not just as background noise either. I'm actively listening. Double gasp.
So if you'll excuse me, I'm going to put on my glasses, crank up the talk radio while I drive really slowly to the store to pick up some Metamucil and denture cream.