"I like that!" Harry said. "Now that does make me feel old, people having nostalgic parties for decades I haven't even lived through yet. Of course, choosing a decade might be hard - the forties aren't long enough ago for me to feel nostalgic about them, and the thirties weren't exactly fun for anyone."
He thought about it, stroking his chin in thought. "The twenties? Jazz and cocktails and movie stars, and all that other flashy stuff that I wasn't old enough to enjoy at the time?" Not to mention that small-town Pennsylvania had hardly been at the centre of the Jazz Age; he'd absorbed most of his impressions of the times from weekends spent at movie matinees. "That could be fun. What d'you reckon? Not too long ago for everybody else to have completely forgotten about it?"
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on 2010-09-26 05:41 pm (UTC)He thought about it, stroking his chin in thought. "The twenties? Jazz and cocktails and movie stars, and all that other flashy stuff that I wasn't old enough to enjoy at the time?" Not to mention that small-town Pennsylvania had hardly been at the centre of the Jazz Age; he'd absorbed most of his impressions of the times from weekends spent at movie matinees. "That could be fun. What d'you reckon? Not too long ago for everybody else to have completely forgotten about it?"