Each day, I woke up, went to school, hung out with my horse and generally tried to stay out of trouble. Sure, I had all the typical issues of a teenager. Subtle racial prejudice presented its evil head in just about every neighborhood. It seemed hypocritical of them to air animosity toward the Japanese and other folks, when to a great extent it was their money maintaining economic health in the islands. The calendar on my desk now displays December 1999, I'm 30 and Prince now refers to himself as The Artist.
Expectations can be terrible things.
I'm driving a Toyota now instead of a Volkswagen, but I still sit in traffic. I read in the paper each morning about corrupt prisons, sexual harassment in the workplace, and AIDS and lung cancer are still real problems. But it's not all bad. Clearly, there's constant technological growth. Computers are as common as coffeepots.