A week ago I watched Dick Clark’s New Year’s Rockin’ Eve (which contains neither Dick Clark nor rock music, but does contain a lot of apostrophes). And then it became 2018.
How weird is that?
When I was growing up, 1997 seemed like the year in which it would become The Future, in which we should finally have those flying cars. But eventually 1997 came, and it was no different then any of the earlier years. And more years came, and we got the internet, and smartphones, but no flying cars, or really, anything else.
But now, for some reason, 2018 sounds strange to me. It shouldn’t be 2018. The world has gone on too long, it’s gone too far.
But then, I am still trying to figure out what happened to 2005.
If anyone can tell me, please contact me and let me know.