“How to tell you are Old”?
When you’ve done some things so many hundreds or thousands of times, that you start doing them on “autopilot”, or “muscle memory”.
But then you wonder; “Did I just …” “Did I remember to …”
You don’t remember doing what you just did, so you have to go check to find out that you DID do it…
‘When you begin to repeat yourself…
When you begin to repeat yourself…
When you begin to repeat yourself…’ 
How to know I’m old?… I’m learning to play Lynyrd Skynyrd instead of Megadeth!
Gonna be recording my version of this. I need a female vocalist who can pull this off.
forget what 
When you listened to the radio at night because nobody had a television.
Smokes were .10 cents
girls had to wear dresses to school.
Your jalopy was probably a Studebaker.
Gheesh … after reading about all the bands and concerts you folks have reminisced about >>> I must be REALLY old! How about these as the last live rock concerts I attended: Ten Years After and J. Geil’s Band at COBO Hall in Detroit … then, while I don’t like his politics, Don Henley
I saw the Fifth Dimension in Kalamazoo (the original group while they were still getting radio airplay) .
Geez, I’m old.
We’re positively Prehistoric … but, hopefully, all smarter “than a caveman” 
Moreover, let’s recall that prose titled, “On Persistence” written by Calvin Coolidge … and the line that says: “Education will not suffice, the world is full of educated derelicts.”
And how, brother! And How!
(See the posting about Trump’s genius plan to dumb down the communist Chinese by sending them to U.S. colleges … appeared in Babylon Bee, of course.)
House keys are in same front pocket as folding knife. Last night, as I was opening the front door, I noticed it wasn’t there. I had to retrace my steps back to the mailbox to see if I accidentally dropped the it there.
Having already lost the USCCA Kershaw just last month, I was so upset.
Well, it was on the nightstand. 
Turned out I didn’t do the Macarena in the morning before leaving for work.
Before getting out of bed every morning —– I Prepare! (No joke)
Flexing my toes and fingers ( see if they all work properly)
Get ready for the mornings first ‘GRUNT!’ (Sitting up), swing legs off the bed—ok, not bad…
Stand up!…I said stand up! Legs sound like a ‘42 Buick (2) Qt’s Low, some Valve tapping
and if I move too fast to the Head my windshield fogs up. Sheesh! I could go on but you get the jist!…
I use to dislike old Grunts telling these stories (they were (35)!
I EMBRACE THE SUCK EVERYDAY (I have no choice!)
Is it possible for grey hair to change a different shade? 
Arthritis is a bitch. I wouldn’t be playing guitar again were it not for cortisone. I can get past the pain it’s the restricted movement that’s hard to work around.
I heard an unknown group called REO Speedwagon warm up for Grand Funk Railroad. I remember thinking at the time,”they were pretty good”
Edit: I really am old! I just remembered I was sitting on an asle. When Grand Funk came on stage people came down an filled the asles. A girl right beside me took off her top and shook back and forth topless. I don’t think I “saw” Grand Funk 
I had just turned 16
I saw the “Stones” before they gathered no moss.
Shame on you!!!
Ralph Nader warned about Corvairs** … maybe the blown engine was a blessing in disguise 
** “Unsafe at Any Speed”
Ralph Nader was full of sh*t. His conclusions were unsupported by OBJECTIVE evidence.
