For two days, I left the 21st century, traveled figuratively back 56 years, and tried to live my grandmother’s lifestyle
I’
ve failed my grandmother. Don’t worry, I’ve failed worse and will fail worse. Still, it stings a little.
It happened when I tried to live like my grandmother did when she was my age, which meant going back to 1963. (Notice how I’m not telling you the year my grandmother was born, or consequently how old I am. I’m as old as you need me to be.) For two days, I left the 21st century, traveled figuratively back 56 years, and tried to live my grandmother’s lifestyle.
Before I give you the full report, let me tell you what this column is about. Basically, I do things you’re curious about but will never do (because you have some dignity). I’m your friendly human lab experiment reporting to you whatever it is you wanted to know about.
The challenge, rules, and exceptions in this adventure were as follows:
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