In regard to the "Beer Can House", Donnie sent these photos.

"Remember this, the soda bottle house in La Crosse? Wonder if it still survives."

And then Donnie added, "Good Grief! I just realized that was 20 years ago."

Yes, I reminded him that time goes fast when you've entered your "golden years".

I was just reading about that the other day.  Why does time seem to go faster the older you get?

The folks in the lab tell me that, when you're young, everything you see is something new, every experience is something new so your mind pays far closer attention to each detail to record it in our memory. 

The older you get the less that you see and do is new.  The brain sort of says, "Been there, Done that" and lets it pass right past those old memory banks. 

Since you're, more or less, skipping over a lot of stuff that happens during your day it gives you the illusion that time is going faster.

I remember when we were little kids, summers seemed to go on and on forever.  Now, it seems like a week and we're back to winter again.