Dung_Beetle: “Bought it at Montgomery Ward”
Youngster: “Oh, is that the name of the hip little resale shop that just opened up next to the vape store downtown?”
I belong to a Facebook group called “Historic Anchorage”. People are constantly posting references to “old” businesses from the 80s. My family moved to Anchorage from Juneau in 1958, and by 1980 I’d been in the military for 13 years. That’s not ‘historic’ for me; more like yesterday. I try not to use “old personisms”, but I’m sure that some must creep in, probably in the form of out-dated slang.
If you want to really mess with them, call it “Monkey Ward.”
I get up to pee two or three times a night, and recently started wearing suspenders. I’m 64.
Does it have shoulder pads? 
Nitpick: the push to the Pusan Perimeter was in the opening stages of the war, when the North Koreans caught the South Korean and American forces off guard. Then MacArthur’s landing at Inchon behind the enemy front caught them offguard, and US/SK/UN forces pushed almost to the Yalu River. At which point the “Red Chinese” as they were called at the time got involved, the US was caught off-guard again at places like the Chosin reservoir, and the line of scrimmage moved south again to roughly the 38th parallel cease fire line.
Not anymore. 
I get up to pee twice, plus one other time to let our oldest dog out. You’d think she’d maybe get up during one of my awakenings, but she doesn’t.
So I’ll get up at one and four. She’ll wake me at 2:30.
Didn’t the George Reeves TV-series frequently have him ducking into an alley instead of a phone booth?
The Most Isolated Phone Booth in the World (12 miles from the nearest paved road) gained fame in 1997, but it was removed in 2000.
Who was it that said, “Kid, I’ve got hemorrhoids older than you…”
My Grandfather used to say “Why, a nickel ain’t worth a penny anymore.”
My friend Norman Nardini (Pittsburgh’s Uncrowned King of Rock and Roll) wrote and performs a song, I Hate a Nickel Cause It Ain’t a Dime.
Ditto, but I’m only 55 
Ancient joke.
Spinster aunt: If you can keep quiet for the next half hour I’ll give you this shiny, new nickle.
Smart-ass kid: How about a dirty, old quarter?
Mrs. Solost and I were watching the latest Saturday Night Live over the weekend (Sunday morning on Hulu, naturally, like older people do; we didn’t stay up late on Saturday night, of course).
More and more, watching SNL, we find ourselves asking each other “who is the host again-- what are they known for? Have you ever heard of the musical guest? What is this trend they’re satirizing in this skit?”
This latest one was particularly bad:
“Who’s Jacob Elordi?” “He was in some movie called ‘Saltburn’”. “Never heard of it”. “Well, it’s getting buzz because someone has sex with a grave, or something”. “Whaaa…really?”
“Renee Rapp-- ever heard of her?” “Nope. Oh, from the context of the song she must be in the new Mean Girls movie musical”.
A skit had some reference to an app called “Raya”. “What’s Raya?” “Never heard of it”. “I’ll look it up-- how do you think it’s spelled?” “uhhh…‘Rya’?” (typing into phone) “It’s ‘Raya’ and apparently it’s some exclusive dating app, that’s invitation-only”. “Huh”.
It’s getting to the point I need footnotes to follow SNL. I’m starting to feel like a space alien monitoring Earth culture, or something.
I’ve been in that state since 1972. I don’t have any cultural references since Lost In Space and the Beatles. I’ve gotten real good at just nodding and smiling.
“Handsome, pretty Doctor Smith.”
Between exactly this and then reminiscing about some of the truly great talents that were SNL, I just don’t watch.
I (and my friends) used to use “back in the day” a lot when we were in our 20s. “Back in the day” the parties were in warehouses, back in the day, the DJs were on floor level so you could actually chat with them and train(wreck) spotting was easier (and they’re were always a bunch of kids watching the turntables closely to see if a beat was skipped or something) back in the day there were these pills , what were they called again…? Anyway they were AMAZING…
It was kind of a running joke, but i use use it much less ironically now. And not usually about raves.
Feel sad for me. It’s the first I’ve heard of this, and I don’t get it.