R.I.P my teenage years. 1997-2004. I hardly knew ye. :eek:
When I think about it, my age seems staggering. It spans three decades. I was alive during the Mondale/Reagan faceoff of 1984 (although I was obviously too young to remember). When my mother was my age, she already had a baby (me) and was married for nearly two years!
God, where has all this time gone? Even if I live to be a hundred, I’ve already used up 20% of my total lifespan! 
Points and laughs Ha ha! You have to be 21 to buy booze!
I mean… erm… happy birthday!
Now, time to get my 19 year old self down to the shop to legally buy booze. 
Met some Yank soldiers in Czechoslovakia as it was who were 19/20. They’d been round Europe drinking the bars dry, fighting, getting shot, dealing with highly explosive devices and tanks in all sorts of dangerous situations. And yet back home they wouldn’t be allowed to open a beer. Why 21?Why not 18…
Wishing you a good day, a good year and a good life.
Back in the 1980s, a group called Mothers Against Drunk Driving decided to champion the cause of raising the drinking age to 21 nationwide and penalizing any state that had a lower age with having their highway funding cut off. Sad to say, it worked. It worked because middle aged women have a lot more time on their hands and are better organized than 18,19, and 20 year olds.
Of course, middle aged men were and still are much more likely to drive drunk and kill people than people in their late teens, but we must have been an easier skapegoat. Kind of like responding to a terrorist attack by Saudi Arabian terrorists funded by an Afghanistan based terrorist network by invading Iraq, but I digress…
One extra birthday spanking for THAT comment!
Happy Birthday!
My 20th bday was a huge positive turning point in my life. Hope it is for you too. P.S. Some of my best friends are Libras;)