A recent birthday brought me to within shouting distance of 70. My thoughts associated with this unexpected but appreciated event are focused on the great energy and confidence I'm feeling about my life. I'm fine tuning it and making adjustments along the way to ensure the joy continues. Sensum Boomerum Vita is Latin, I hope, for an awareness of where I am as a boomer in life's continuum.
In the fall of 1975 I went to a birthday party. It was a time when we were quite impressed with ourselves, my friends and I. We had the right clothes -- overalls and carpenter pants, Frye boots and Huck-a-Poo shirts, and we were, for the most part, left to our own devices, free to smoke cigarettes and pot and drink cheap beer, walking from house to house in the cold nights, safe in our little suburban town.
Boomers aren't any smarter, any more talented, any more caring, any more creative, any more superior in any way than any generation that came before or that will come after. The worst you can accuse us of is being full of ourselves, but where music is concerned, we might have to agree. But to single us out and to truly believe that with us gone, the country will turn into a kind of utopia is simply not true.
The bottom line is that we are in danger of losing the only sacred space we have had that doesn't allow cell phone use. Pandora's box has been opened. One wonders if, when people come to expect full communication during air travel, they will be willing to exit the plane in an attempt to improve reception.