tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955615969511521360.post8113747858997514875..comments2023-11-02T05:41:36.074-06:00Comments on City Weekly Salt Blog: Archives January 2007-February 2009: Another Sign I'm Getting Old: '80s NostalgiaSalt Lake City Weeklyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11546409659306486287noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955615969511521360.post-41457067326946755082008-05-19T20:26:00.000-06:002008-05-19T20:26:00.000-06:00Wow, I totally thought you were going somewhere el...Wow, I totally thought you were going somewhere else with your "locked down tighter than a Relief Society president's X" allusion.jebrohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09507256910921937780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955615969511521360.post-90981733776934444002008-05-14T17:08:00.000-06:002008-05-14T17:08:00.000-06:00No they won't. Speaking as a voice of the 90's te...No they won't. Speaking as a voice of the 90's teens, we still did our fair share of exploring areas of downtown we weren't allowed into. But sadly you needed 2 things. <BR/><BR/>A magnet and a multi-tool.<BR/><BR/>My generation had to learn the great lesson "if you're not allowed in, there's something good behind here." Many of the secret passages you speak of were either closed off or put in lockdown in my youth, and we had to find "non-conventional" ways around it. So while your generation got to learn the ideals of innocent youth and exploration, mine were taught how to be sneaky trespassers and fast climbers. <BR/><BR/>All the next generation is learning is how to be an animal in a concrete zoo.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com