Last night, I caught a few minutes of a television infomercial about a DVD of original footage of various 80's rock groups and artists. That set off a lot of thoughts on my part ...

Can I really be so old that a retrospective of the music I remember so well is being sold as "history"?

All my life, 1950s music has had a real air of "way-back-when history" about it. However, I was born just four years after the 50s. Evan, on the other hand, was born nine years after the 1980s.

80's music, during the 80's, seemed to have lyrics that made sense -- that really spoke to me. Now the lyrics don't seem to make sense at all. Have I changed or have the lyrics been digitally altered?

This DVD really did look pretty cool. I can hear all of these songs pretty easily on the radio any time I wish though ... for free.

I started worrying a lot about being as old as I am ...

And then I remembered that it is Thanksgiving and my focus this Thanksgiving has been on how fortunate and blessed I am ... and how I might help the rest of the world that isn't nearly as fortunate.

Much of the world is worrying about where their next meal is coming from, whether their home could get bombed today, whether they could get blown up by a suicide bomber, whether they will ever be able to leave the refugee camp and return home, how many of their relatives will die from AIDS this year, where they will sleep tonight, where their family members are, whether their son or daughter will get the prosthetic arm or leg they need, whether the men in their family could get drug out of their house and disappear forever tonight, whether their tent will keep them dry, whether their few clothes will keep them warm, and on and on and on ...

Suddenly, in light of this, big hair, spandex and lyrics that don't make sense just didn't seem like things I needed to be thinking about.

Getting older, though, is still a concern. Time is running short to help those in need.