another sign of aging
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2012.05.04
Today I had another sign that I'm getting old—our doctor doesn't remember the cold war. I made a remark that our child was born on "International Workers' Day", which we celebrated in honour of communism. She looked at me blankly, and I said, "Ah, nevermind, it's a Cold War thing." She muttered something about having been eight years old.