Wait, which 20s are we talking about, here?

2020 is right around the corner and that just blows my mind, especially since I learned recently that some teenagers today refer to the 1980s and 1990s as “the late 1900s.” As if we were all riding around in horse-drawn buggies. I grew up referring to the 1880s and 1890s as “the late 1800s” but I was born very nearly a hundred years after those decades. So I don’t know what gives with these kids. The 80s and 90s weren’t that long ago. They surely don’t feel like they were that long ago, seeing that when someone references 1980, I think, “Oh, twenty years ago.” Then I realize that twenty years ago was 2000, and my mind, unable to accept this passage of time, immediately believes that someone screwed up the calendar along the way.

But, no, it really is heading into 2020, making twenty years ago 2000, which really screws up my head because all my life, when I referred to the 20s, I meant the 1920s. But now that we’re about to step into 2020, I don’t know how to compute that.

Let’s say in twenty years I’m talking to someone and I mention the 20s. How will they know which 20s I’m talking about? This is obviously a communication gap between generations because in twenty years if I’m talking to someone my age or older, they’ll most likely think I mean the 1920s, but if I’m talking to someone much younger, they’ll probably think I mean the 2020s.

But I realize right now that this is going to continue through the 20s, 30s, 40s, 50s, 60s, 70s, and so on until teenagers in the 2120s (that is just a horrifying date, if you ask me—and, yes, Kelsey, I’m sure Starbucks will still be there, no worries!) refers to the 2080s as “the late 2000s.” Or maybe it will be the late two-hundreds. Who knows.

But time passes very oddly, doesn’t it?

People say time passes quickly. And it does. As I said before, the 1980s was only twenty years ago, right?! But it also passes very slowly, at times.

A good example of this was when my wife was pregnant. She was in her ninth month and walking down the stairs. When I caught sight of her, I said, “My gosh, you’re still pregnant?” I was astonished because it struck me at that moment that it seemed like she’d been pregnant for a hundred years. However, it seemed my son (who’s now a whopping three!) turned 9 months in about five minutes.

Another example of time passing quickly is the Sun Day. In April of 2020, the Sun Day will be 10 years old. Ten! I’m saving many of my thoughts on this subject for when we reach the ten-year mark, but I will say now that it feels like we started the paper only yesterday, and somehow between yesterday and today, we’ve published 258 editions. It’s funny how things like that happen.

But that’s right. Many of you have been reading the paper through 258 editions, and I think there’s no better way to end the year with a big THANK YOU to you: our Sun Day readers.

Everyone plays an important role in the paper. The staff runs the paper and the advertisers give it life (and I can’t thank everyone enough, I sincerely mean that), but it’s you, the readers, who make it worthwhile for everyone involved. So thank you! I really have no idea how you read 258 editions in one day! (I read about 1 page every two minutes.)

See you in the 20s!

Take care and Happy Holidays & New Year!

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