Getting Old in A Young World

I looked around today at some of the other blogs and discovered I'm probably the oldest female here. Sigh. I don't know why I don't just fess up to the year of my birth too. I'm not exactly ashamed of my age. I can't help it if I'm relatively computer literate and hangin' with the kiddies. I'm proud of being slumped over a keyboard rather than molding somewhere in a rocking chair and wearing a shawl.

I did just read one young lady's blog and she's only 21 years old. She wrote eloquently about interviewing World War II service people and it was touching as hell to read what she wrote. It cheered me to think that someone of her tender years was out talking to the old soldiers and not just hanging with her friends and getting high or worried about what she was going to wear next. In fact, I'm so impressed I'm going to open another tab and go find out what the link is to her blog so I can show y'all what I'm impressed with. (Obviously bad grammar does not disipate just because one has been on the planet over 60 years!)......here it is.... her name is Zettie