When I was a kid, I knew all the dinosaurs — not personally, of course, because they were extinct by then, and woolly mammoths roamed the earth. But I was a fan of such prehistoric stars as brontosaurus, Tyrannosaurus rex and especially Raquel Welch, who wore a cave woman bikini in one of my favorite movies, “One Million Years B.C.”
I have since gone in one era and out the other. Now there are more dinosaurs than I ever thought existed. My grandson knows every one of them, and he proved it by beating my old bones in a board game called Dinosaur Bingo.
It sounds redundant, because geezers like me are considered dinosaurs by younger people (almost everyone else) and are supposed to play bingo and other geriatric games that don’t require any real skill beyond the presence of a pulse.
