“Nineteen fifty-six,” the bearded twenty-something clerk told me as the digital display from the cash register confirmed the $19.56 that I owed for my rather meager purchase. I was a regular at this convenience store, one of a chain that my dad had started with two other partners in the late-60’s. Back then C-stores were small neighborhood grocery stores, with a deli counter and a little bit of every kind of grocery item, including fresh produce. Now they’re gas stations with attached stores that mainly sell snacks, beer, wine, sodas, and a very limited amount of groceries. I had already exchanged “hello’s” with the kid (as I thought of him). We weren’t really friends, but we had talked some and had a cordial albeit time limited relationship. I had surprised him a few days ago when I came back in the store after I figured out that he had undercharged me $2.00 for some lottery tickets that I bought and handed him two singles, explaining his mistake. I try to be honest, and was secretly hoping for a little good karma to spill over on my lottery tickets. It hasn’t helped (so far).
“Ha,” I laughed without any real joy, “nineteen fifty-six was the year I was born.”
“Really,” the kid answered. Then to my surprise he added, “I wish I was born in 1956.”
“No you don’t,” I assured him, thinking of my increasingly sore muscles along with various other aches and pains that resulted from an hour or so of furniture moving and cleaning that I had just completed. Getting old is not really any fun at all.
“Oh yeah,” he contradicted. “You guys had a lot more fun back then.”
A smile spurred by unsought memories spread across my face. “That’s true,” I confirmed, “we did have lots of fun…a whole lot.” I was almost laughing as I left the store and walked to my car as the happy memories flooded my mind.
When I was younger, the old-timers who would endlessly prattle on about the “good old days” always annoyed me. I promised myself that I would never do the same. Live for the moment was my creed. Focus on the here and now, forget the past, and embrace the future. I’ve tried my best to keep current with new technologies, enjoying the benefits of the computer age. But technology has outpaced me, I’m sad to say (although I do know that it wasn’t really a “cash register” but rather a fully integrated “point of sale system” that indicated my year of birth on its digital display).
As I drove away, memories of many of the fun things that I experienced flowed easily through my head. Maybe the kid was right, although some of those things resulted in the pains that I was feeling from my recent exertions. The twinge in my right leg was a constant reminder of pulling my hamstring one evening after work when I tried slalom skiing without stretching first. But I’ve got to say that living in a house fifty feet from a lake had a host of other benefits and contributed greatly to having fun. The ache in my shoulder is a constant reminder of the broken clavicle I received from a high-speed bicycle run down a grass covered hill that was a bit more steep than it appeared from the top (I arrived at the bottom before my bike). However, I don’t really associate pain with fun; that’s just crazy. Although it is funny how something seems like such a cool idea right before it slips sideways into something else entirely.
I’m not really sure what the young man was referring to as “fun” although I am sure that I’ve experienced it. Did he mean that we had better recreational substances to abuse (he looks like he could dabble)? We probably did, although my best memories of fun don’t involve those things with which I had considerable exposure. Perhaps a cold beer, or a good bottle of wine or champagne was present at times, or even a pina colada or two (or four, or five) were involved, but my best memories of fun are relatively unclouded by chemical enhancements.
It could be that he meant that going places and doing things was so much less expensive back in the day. I don’t mean it was relatively less expensive as a percentage of income, but it seems that many things were cheaper even when inflation is figured into the equation. I went to concerts in Canton to see big-name stars for only a few bucks, like the Elton John concert that I took my girlfriend to when I was fifteen. Just try getting into one of Sir Elton’s Las Vegas shows with a date for under $10 today. Nowadays, the big shows don’t even come to Canton, and the tickets cost more than a week’s wages for most kids (if they can even find a place that hires people under age eighteen). Dining out has experienced similar hyperinflation. I’ve eaten at some really nice restaurants and had a great time with friends or family in the past doing just that. Today, the cost of such feasts means indefinitely postponing retirement.
But having “fun” at dinner isn’t really directly correlated to how much money you spend. Eating Maine lobsters at Testa’s Restaurant in Bar Harbor was a cool experience, but I had more fun eating Maine lobsters on my deck in Ohio with a few friends (they didn’t allow us to hose down ourselves and our dining area at Testa’s when we were done). I’ve eaten at some really nice places throughout the country, but we had more fun outside on a patio in Key West with a basket of peel-and-eat shrimp and some cold beers. It was an all-you-can-eat deal, and I think Mike had three, or maybe four, baskets of steamed rock shrimp. Probably not a big profit maker for the owners, but the waitresses seemed pretty amused after a little while.
Many things have changed since I was a kid, and perhaps the entire concept of fun is one of them. Most of the people I grew up with had part-time jobs after school, but it’s much harder for youngsters to find employment these days, since many places require them to be at least eighteen. We had our own cars and usually paid for them ourselves, along with our gas and insurance. The workplace was a different experience as well. I can remember leaving work at noon on a Saturday and heading out to a diner for a sit-down lunch with a group of guys from the store. We had an hour for lunch, and time to talk and joke and laugh. You don’t find that at most retail environments these days. You’re lucky to get thirty minutes, and they don’t really want you to leave the building. It is also likely that you have to take your break alone. It is much harder to have fun without the fellowship of others.
Today, technological advances allow for super-realistic video games, and most kids seem to have them. Video games didn’t really exist until I was older, and they were pretty simplistic when they first appeared. Although it isn’t really clear to me that such modern systems really produce a significant amount of “fun.” Certainly there is a sense of accomplishment in having your personal video avatar wipe out whatever group of terrorists, mutants, or zombies are invading your digital world, but the games are so gruesome that I’m not sure they really provide enjoyment. They may, in fact, provide unwanted twists to easily manipulated young psyches. We did spend many hours playing pinball at the bowling alley or an arcade, but it was usually with a friend or two. Again, the fellowship added to the fun (but I’d still like to have a vintage Bally “Fireball” in the garage, right Bob?).
Like video games, there are many other things that are better these days than when I was a youngster. Modern cars handle better, are safer, and faster than the ones we grew up with, and the roads we travel are generally safer. However, rattling around in an old convertible on a warm summer night was lots of fun, as were those bench seats that allowed your girlfriend to slide right over next to you in the driver’s seat. Not that it was really safe of course, but no one who has grown up with bucket seats can comprehend the profound bliss that this simple act could bring to a teenage boy.
Roadside restaurants were a mixed bag back then, but occasionally you found a real gem. Today’s eating choices are the same set of identical outlets of fast foods and chain restaurants across the country with consistent quality (or lack thereof) but no surprises. Airliners are better, but air travel isn’t really any fun these days. When I first flew, almost every male on the plane wore a jacket and necktie, and ladies wore dresses. Everyone checked his or her luggage. It was a more elegant and refined experience than cramming all of your belongings into the overhead compartment and squeezing past the unwashed masses. Boats, from little runabouts to cruise ships, are better these days, but again, at a much higher cost.
Sound systems are better these days, but digitized music tends to lack warmth and depth. If new musicians have superior talent, they tend to hide it. Why are so many new songs remakes of a classic rock songs from our youth? Maybe because they really are destined to be classics. Amusement park rides are way better these days, but again, the cost of going to the park makes it a once a year experience at best. Smaller parks are mostly gone these days, places where you would go and ride some rides, then have a picnic with your family. They were victims of the need for bigger thrills as well as the high cost of liability insurance. Big parks would much prefer that you sampled their refreshment stands and restaurants than indulging in a picnic with your family. Disney has such a large group of restaurants and entertainment venues in Florida, that it is a park unto itself.
Some of the things I’ve tried in order to have fun, didn’t really turn out to be fun. Learning to fly an airplane started out to be a blast, until I realized just how serious and focused I had to be to survive the experience. When the door of the aircraft pops opens by itself during a steep-banked turn, and you are looking straight down to the earth’s surface a few thousand feet below you, it’s exhilarating, but not really fun. Softball or volleyball games with family and friends were fun, but the organized sports that I participated in were not that much fun. I suppose there was too much emphasis on winning, but winning is fun.
So was the kid right? Did my generation really have more fun than his generation experienced? The real problem, as I see it, is that it takes time to recognize that we had fun. Constant texting, tweeting and posting our experiences as they happen may be cool, but it tends to take you out of the experience as it happens. Perhaps we don’t understand that we’re really having fun until long after the event has occurred. Perhaps we had more fun because our parents didn’t have the technology to phone us at anytime, no matter where we were. Cell phones are a true blessing, but not always, if you are young. I hold out hope for the young clerk. Some fun things have become horrendously expensive, but money cannot by itself purchase enjoyment. The passing of time may yet reveal to him just how much fun he’s had. Maybe it will turn out that he had more fun than I had (but I doubt it). My advice: seek out the small things that make you smile, and whenever you can, treat yourself to a good laugh.