Well, I turned thirty-nine today and it got me thinking. How much stuff do I have that's 39 years old? Seems like that's awful old to be gettin'...
Socks? Nah, the elastic would be dust by now and they just might cover a toe or two. I definitely don't have any 39 year old socks.
Underwear? See above concerning socks.
Coins? A quick search of the change-jar yielded a 1959 penny... Which certainly matches and exceeds my 39 year old requirement. Unfortunately, the 1959er is green, scratched-up and looks pretty ragged. Compared with the newer pennies that are shiny and robust with the exuberance of youth, it looks pretty old and pathetic.
Comic books? I used to read comics all the time as a kid. In fact, I continued reading and collecting them thru most of college. After that, I starting reading "graphic novels." These are, of course, just big comic books, but the snazzier title allows post-adolescent males to continue their vice without owning-up to the reality that they are now giant nerds. I found a comic dated in the early seventies (oldest I have)... It is brittle, yellowed with age, crumbly, creased, dog-eared, scribbled-on, and the cover is half-gone. Indiana Jones once searched for such ancient relics.
Automobile? Are you kidding? If I had a classic car like that, it would be kept garaged and pampered... Heck, I doubt if I would dare drive it that often for fear some worn-out part would fail, leaving me stranded and in search of some hard-to-find and doubtless expensive replacement part.
Well, that leaves me pretty flat. In fact, after considering all this, I may just lay quietly in bed, hoping that nothing bumps into it else some body part shatter or crumble...
ps, check out this great pic of some kid on HIS birthday. I ran across it looking for that Bday cake clip art. I think he is giving his birthday JUST the right amount of deep reflection and careful thought.