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Social dining

Portions are made to share while television and musical distractions abound in the clublike ambience of Red House

By Nadine Kam

POSTED: 01:30 a.m. HST, Feb 29, 2012

~~<p>Pete Townshend was 20 when he wrote &quot;My Generation&quot; with the line, &quot;I hope I die before I get old.&quot; &quot;Old&quot; being relative, most people that age probably peg a 30-year-old as old. But let's be generous here and set the outer limit at 35. In this case, whether you were born before or after 1977 might determine whether you will be enamored by Red House.</p>
<p>A friend of mine forwarded me a diatribe being circulated on the Internet about being a 36-year-oldster and growing up without the advantages of youths today. It reads, in part: &quot;There was no email!! We had to actually write somebody a letter &mdash; with a pen! Then you had to walk all the way across the street and put it in the mailbox, and it would take like a week to get there! &hellip; There weren't any freakin' cell phones either. If you left the house, you just didn't make a damn call or receive one. You actually had to be out of touch with your &lsquo;friends.' OH MY GOSH!!! Think of the horror &hellip; not being in touch with someone 24/7!!!&quot;</p>
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Pete Townshend was 20 when he wrote "My Generation" with the line, "I hope I die before I get old." "Old" being relative, most people that age probably peg a 30-year-old as old. But let's be generous here and set the outer limit at 35. In this case, whether you were born before or after 1977 might determine whether you will be enamored by Red House.

A friend of mine forwarded me a diatribe being circulated on the Internet about being a 36-year-oldster and growing up without the advantages of youths today. It reads, in part: "There was no email!! We had to actually write somebody a letter — with a pen! Then you had to walk all the way across the street and put it in the mailbox, and it would take like a week to get there! … There weren't any freakin' cell phones either. If you left the house, you just didn't make a damn call or receive one. You actually had to be out of touch with your ‘friends.' OH MY GOSH!!! Think of the horror … not being in touch with someone 24/7!!!" Login for more...



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