Ten Years Ago

I’m actually trying to figure out where the last decade went. I remember 1999…TEN YEARS AGO…when we were all worked up with what would happen when the clock struck midnight. Everyone was talking about it, reading about it, obsessing about it. Would Y2K be drama, disaster, or diddly? Would computers go screwy and not recognize the year 2000, but identify it as the year 1900, when grinding was done with a mortar and pestle and not with your hips? Shake ‘em Shakira.

I don’t know about you…but I squirreled away a blue plastic container in our basement and labeled it “EMERGENCY.” A just-in-case Y2K kit…with a couple of flashlights, several gallons of bottled water, and a few cans of spam. I think I even threw in some extra rolls of toilet paper for good measure. You can never have too many squares of TP.

My bro-in-law actually prompted me into preparing a Y2K survival container…he reads the sensationalized New York Post more often than I do. After a lot of talk of impending doom…I figured I better get my canned spam before everyone else beats me to it.

I heard some folks packed away items such as medical supplies, a generator, and cash. Cash-on-hand probably would have been a good idea, but I never even have cash-on-wallet (cat burglars need not enter Kat’s house.)

It would have been a great study in human behavior…an experiment in sociology (or is it anthropology?) to look at the different emergency supplies set aside for a possible Y2K disaster. I think it would have been very revealing to compare containers. “Okay, who had the Captain Crunch???”………….