Becoming Antique

By Glenn Fairman

In the last year or so, I have come to the irrefutable conclusion that I am becoming an antique. Like those old boxes of 65-year-old comic books that languish in my closet, I am a relic of an age that is rapidly becoming a distant memory for some and an impossible fiction for most. And while I am only in my mid-fifties chronologically, culture-wise I am on the leeward side of a great divide in which the aberrant forms and opinions that encompass me are rapidly accelerating past my ability to absorb them. Thus, I am as some quaint heirloom that has philosophically and volitionally waded out from the river of popular culture, while residing in the tenuous and shallow eddies of the far banks -- self-arresting my progress and pausing more to gaze behind me than afore. I do not mean to represent myself as some Luddite antiquarian who prefers living "off the grid" -- eschewing cell phones and the newest technology. No, it is ideals and tastes I.... (Read Full Article)