In fact, here’s one way you can tell:
I didn’t even know that AOL still existed.
Or that people still had email accounts with them.
Very, very old people, apparently.
Still got mine. Then again, I actually spent some time as a room guide in the old QuantumLink service, which eventually spawned AOL, so I’ve never really felt compelled to kill it off.
And yesterday, when I got home from work, an 8-year-old girl on a bicycle was being warned to stay off my lawn, or at least off my driveway — but not by me. I spoke with the nearest adult, and pointed out that the reason my driveway was in demand was because it’s the steepest slope on the block, and were I a kid on a bike, I’d have been launching myself from there all along.
(No, I didn’t ask the youngun who was best pony.)