Like most Americans, I work to make a living though technically at what used to be “retirement age.” I think retirement is overrated.
For years my boss was a World War II vet who knew half the leaders in the world. Without him and his patience, I would be a different person. If you aren’t at least 60, to me you are a kid.
You see, those of us who grew up in the 50′s and 60′s weren’t like any other generation. We stayed kids.
Our bodies aren’t the same but we still ride motorcycles, box, hike and climb, listen to rock and roll and push ourselves to limits that we hate to admit are lessening. For those of us who are Vietnam veterans, though others since have similar experiences, we have been burying friends for 45 years.
We look back to 1963, all of us were dreamers whether in high school or college or even the military.
We were going to change the world, build a life for ourselves and family that didn’t involve stealing and cheating but doing that “ask not what your country can do for you….” thing Kennedy talked about.Some of us that have traveled the world, perhaps blown a bit of it up, grew up kids in factory towns across America. Our life choices were limited, or so everyone told us, go to the auto plant or phone company, do what dad did, live in the old neighborhood, keep the old friends around. Sometimes this looks like it might have been a good life and it was for those able to “pull it off.”
The factories closed, waged plummeted, the old neighborhoods became war zones, friends moved away and the “greed is good” generation set a new standard, America became a land of hucksters and thieves, of cowards and phonies.
It wasn’t as though we were a lesser people, not hardly but we let ourselves be led by those we never would have played with as children. Then we had common sense, we knew snitches and weaklings when we saw them. They now run our country.
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