re: Baby boomer nostalgia is about to get worse

I'm one of them and, if I don't have one foot in the grave, it's in sight. So relax, we will be out of your way soon enough.

I agree, the self indulgent nostalgia is a bit much, embarrassing even. Hell,The Big Chill epitomizes that. Was there a likeable character in it? Not all of us are them however. (Ironically, you would be shocked to find how like them Millennials and GenXers sometimes sound) Some of us are your parents and grandparents maybe?

These generational disputes are as old as time, so sit tight. The Boomers will be deader than Caesar in the not too distant future and your children and grandchildren may eventually rise up and despise you leaving your generation with bigger concerns than obnoxious self-indulgent over-the-top baby-boomer nostalgia.

Oh, yeah, by the way, I saw Hendrix (among others) at Tad Gormley Stadium and Black Sabbath (among others) at The Warehouse.

quote:

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Every generation
Blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating on your door

I know that I'm a prisoner
To all my father held so dear
I know that I'm a hostage
To all his hopes and fears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years

Crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thought
Stilted conversations
I'm afraid that's all we've got

You say you just don't see it
He says it's perfect sense
You just can't get agreement in this present tense
We all talk a different language, talking in defense

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye

So we open up a quarrel
Between the present and the past
We only sacrifice the future
It's the bitterness that lasts

So don't yield to the fortunes
You sometimes see as fate
It may have a new perspective on a different day
And if you don't give up, and don't give in, you may just be okay

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye

I wasn't there that morning
When my Father passed away
I didn't get to tell him
All the things I had to say

I think I caught his spirit
Later that same year
I'm sure I heard his echo
In my baby's new born tears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye

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Mike & The Mechanics-The Living Years

LOL, I love the angst of all you dumbass Millenials. Here's a clue: No one owes you a damn thing.

The sooner you accept that, the better off you'll be.

What a bunch of whiney, spoiled assholes.

LC