Walking into the office a couple of weeks ago I had a sudden nostalgic moment recalling the first day I walked into the 38th floor to interview with Corwin. Everything was so strange and new then and with that feeling it dawned upon me as to why I have such a fondness for all things of the 80s.
This feeling of strangeness, of the unknown; it translates to the idea of having so much to explore and take in. I haven't exhausted the world's supply of knowledge, otherwise there wouldn't be much of a point to waking up each day. But everything readily at hand back then was so interesting and fascinating. Either I've gotten dull to these sensations or I'm just not seeking these opportunities out.
At some point in the 90s, the feeling strangeness pretty much left me. Sure it resurfaced at certain times. The first time stepping on the field and having the wind knocked out of you, the first time you step on the mat, the first time you push 10' into the air. That day you stepped onto campus. But it didn't happen as often as it did back in the 80s for me. Nor did the feeling have as much of an impact.
Maybe I'm wrong and perhaps there's something else at work here because I can't remember much of the 80s other than the cartoons and toys. So glad the world wide web is available for people like me to refresh myself with childhood joys every so often. The cartoons these days seem so wack. Yes there are some out there worth watching like The Avatar, but again they seem to be far and few in between. Far in the future when my kid wakes me up in the wee hours with the sounds of cartoons blasting away, I hope I'll be able to sit through whatever he/she's watching. Bowl of cereal in hand (after letting it sit to gain the right amount of mushiness) and perhaps a Saturday Morning schedule of my own. I guess I should start compiling a collection of all the old cartoons I used to watch and force it on the following generations.
When we move into Brooklyn and build that media PC, we should most definitely compile our own Saturday Morning cartoon lineup, take a look at the Top 10 here as a starting point. That'll lead us right up to the NCAA football games. Sounds like a plan.
Pictured: The box art for the re-release of my first Transformer, Hot Rod. Bought from a street vendor at the northwest corner of Bayard and Bowery. Right in front of the Bank of America...