I am a baby boomer. The day I turned 50, I was so happy, so exhilarated. I had reached a landmark in my life. I had lived a half of a century. I felt like a diva, a princess, a queen. I demanded the respect of all those who I came in contact with that day. I decided then and there, that I was going to do whatever I pleased, whenever I pleased. I earned that right.
Now at age 58, that day seems like a blur. Granted, I still feel that moment of exhilaration, but in the same respect, a sort of reality set in. There are issues my generation have to face, from being caretakers of our parents, retirement, to even trying to find sensable clothing to fit my mindset.
Oh, those days in my life, seem to make reality non existant. Elvis, rock and roll, free love, lsd and Jimmy Hendricks. How perfect was that world! Where do we go from here?