" Good morning," she said, a perfunctory smile complementing her formal greeting.
"Good morning,"I answered a little more enthusiastically , finding myself singing: "Good mornin' Good mornin' ..." a song from my favorite musical film, "Singing in the Rain."
I was in line at the register of my favorite food store, Whole Food, and the pretty young woman's face brightened a little.
I asked: " Have you ever seen "Singing in the Rain?"
Her forehead furrowed, a quizzical look on her face.
"No," she answered. "Is that one of those old , black and white movies ?"
I laughed ."No, it was in color. Believe it or not, it was made in the 50's."
"Wow,"she exclaimed."That's a long time ago."
I smiled again. "Not to me it isn't."
My curiosity got the better of me."Did you ever hear of Debbie Reynolds ?" Again, she looked completely befuddled. "Uh, Uh,"came the response. A moment later her face lit up as she announced: " I heard of Burt Reynolds!"
I roared. We exchanged goodbyes and I couldn't stop chuckling. I felt older but in a pleasant, warmly nostalgic way. I was grateful for a memory that was 50 years old, one I could enjoy not only by remembering but by reliving via my own television screen.