I'm part of the Baby Boomer generation, born to those called The Greatest Generation. No one has ever called me that, nor would they ever have reason to do so.
I stare in the mirror every morning and barely recognize the face staring back. I realize that I look old, because I am old, except I remember my grandparents, the first 'old' people in my life, and to my mind, I look nothing like them. And yet, to my children and their generational cohort, I'm a relic of a bygone era.
Some days, in addition to being a relic, I'm a punchline for the universe's practical joke. While I was nursing aches and pains that I don't recall having yesterday, I fell across an article I definitely do not need, "How To Be Old." How convenient.
I've spent a lifetime singing My Generation, and now, in my dotage, I get to be serenaded by Your Generation.
-bill kenny
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