Who cares if Britney Spears' fame lasts? And why is Paris Hilton such an interesting personality?

I never did seem to find the time to learn all the words to Louie Louie.

The King is dead. Where's Cab Calaway and his Minnie? Where's The Count and Lady Day? And Bird? Nobody sang like old Blue Eyes; today the Rat Pack is holding court elsewhere.

Why are all the contestants on reality TV shows such whiny brats? No thank you, I really don't want to work for Donald Trump.

What's with this gansta rap? And why is the word bitch used in every song? Call me old fashioned, but I remember when ladies were all the rage. Jolting Joe has left and gone away.

Hackers under voting age can screw up your credit, peace of mind, and lifestyle. It's not all science fiction that the next war may be fought by people who have the capacity to erase the planet and all its wonders with a keystroke. Have we learned too much too fast, with no consideration for ethics or values?

I'm old enough to remember when a computer was so large it filled a whole room and our information was stored on cards with holes in them.

Suddenly Trivia: Who played the seductive Mrs. Robinson in the movie, The Graduate? a) Ann Bancroft, b) Sophia Loren, c) Candice Bergen

I love, enjoy, and cherish these hours and months and days that I am given to spend with that handsome man who came into my newly sober and straight life 29 very short years ago, and rescued me from a marriage that was a slow death march.

How we both entered a new relationship with still smarting wounds and way too many bad memories. How we learned to trust again. We fooled everyone, especially ourselves and here we are, growing old together, albeit not so gracefully. We even found the courage to skydive, even lived to write and tell about it.

It's all a balancing act, easier when someone's there to steady the tightrope. It's one of life's greatest gifts and I'm thankful.

I see his wrinkles too, and love them all. I have memories of how they got there, not a few of which came along with adopting my sons, making them his own, and providing them with the first real father they had ever known. Then becoming a grandfather, a title he never considered before that fateful date when we met. I think this whole thing is working out well.

Youth is, indeed, wasted on the young.

Suddenly Trivia Answer: a) Ann Bancroft.