'89 Was A Good Year

I had a chance last night to talk with a class of MSU journalism students about the glamorous life led by a press secretary. I was invited by a reporter friend of mine who teaches the class, and it was fun.

I also realized an interesting thing about standing in front of a room full of students (these were mainly juniors and seniors). The experience makes you feel both young and very old all at the same time.

Young in that their energy is pretty contagious and you just feel younger having had a conversation on their turf without feeling like you're completely out of touch (although, as I write this sentence I realize how old I sound).

Old in that the memory etched in my mind from last night was when one girl said to another: "Oh good. You were born in '89. I don't like people born in the 90s."