We all have those moments that remind us just how old we have become. For some of us, of course, there might even be constant reminders, such as crawling out of bed each morning feeling like you’ve been in a boxing match with a gorilla. How can sleeping cause such pain?
Anyway, in putting together some of our calendar listings for New Year’s Eve events last week, I realized that lots of folks were throwing “Roaring ’20s” parties. And, sure, I had realized that 2019 was ending and that 2020 was the next logical step in the evolution of things, seeing the “Roaring ’20s” in writing and then realizing that using the name for the parties was not only appropriate, it was accurate.
What took me by surprise was also realizing that I felt almost as much of a connection to the last “Roaring ’20s” as I do this current one. Kind of. Sort of. Let me explain.
No, despite outward appearances, I wasn’t alive 100 years ago, but growing up, the era of flappers, bootleggers and jazz didn’t seem that long ago thanks to movies, television and books such as “The Great Gatsby” and “Chicago.”
There were so many movies about guys like Al Capone and Al Jolson and that era that it seemed both old and familiar at the same time.