Every thing new is old again

Hi Folks. God Bless you all young and old,
We are reeling from Turkey Day hangover. No, not from any spirits other than that of the Great Turkey's. We call heem Capn. Kirk, The Captain, Mr. Kirky. By the way have you noticed that all the Butterball turkeys are 'young'? I wonder what an 'old turkey' would taste like?
In our western culture even the turkeys have to be young. Very discouraging from the point of view of an 'Old Bird'. Of course the old birds are singing their version of 'nanny nanny booboo 'which sounds like 'gobble gobble gobble' in turkey talk as the 'younguns' are herded into that 'special place'.
My family of wild Arab cats are enjoying 'The Captain's' remains. God rest his little turkey soul.
We had the traditional dinner at our friends' houses. My husband ,the human jukebox ,played the guitar and sang as usual. My children that checked in with me from all points west had various plans like the traditional dinner with friends,and the ever so traditional drive to San Francisco and crashing on some old school chums floor. Do youths of the 21st century still crash or is there another word for it now?Perfect 3 point landing?
I did helicopter in several times from Saudi Arabia via skype to my daughter's cell phone while she was enroute to the 'three point landing site'. The call from the computer in my living room in Saudi Arabia goes to her car cell phone system on Calif. Highway I 5 N. Isn't that amazing? She is crossing Golden Gate Bridge in her car in California,USA, talking to me while I am sitting in my living room in Saudi Arabia connected to her car phone via computer. I had to hang up so she could see her GPS. Could one of you nerds fix that little inconvenience?
Remember the good old days of trying to find your way in an unknown city by a previously wadded up map used to wipe muddy feet or written directions scratched on an old grocery list? Remember the good old heated words between driver and passenger,co-pilot, map reader? The good old screaming, gesturing , threatenings, when the last exit for 500 miles has just been missed because no one knew it was coming up that quickly or on that side of the highway? Those good old days are over. The nice lady on the GPS tells you everything ahead of time, dings a bell just before the turn or exit. If you do happen to be otherwise occupied,deaf or semi comatose from inhaled exhaust and miss your exit , she calmly and with great civility and respect asks you to make a legal u-turn at your next opportunity and then pleasantly reroutes you. She does not scream or demand to know if you just got brain damaged or have always secretly been that way.
So you can wish for the good ol'days if you want. I like the bad new days. God bless the turkeys young and old that gave us these super-sonic new technologies. Maybe there is something to this 'young' turkey thing. New, young ,it is all working for me. Anyway who wants to have an 'old' turkey for Thanksgiving dinner? I want mine on the 'cutting edge' so to speak.
Have a nice day. Don't worry about slamming the door, I'm getting used to it. The cats love it when you come as they always get in the house. No, I'll get them,just go on.
Y'all come back now,you hear?