I really don’t like hearing people say that baby boomers ruined the world. I think we’re pretty fabulous. We are, after all, the generation that brought you free love, flower power, the Beatles, Woodstock, women’s lib, and the end of the Vietnam War. While it is true that not everything we touched turned to gold, it is also true that we are not responsible for everything wrong in the world.
A look at our last four Presidents, all boomers, illustrates the point that we’re a diverse group. Clinton was a good President and a bad man. W was a good man, but a bad President. Obama was both a good President and a good man, while 45 is a terrible President and an even worse human being.
So I joined a Facebook group for elder orphans, people like me who face our final years with no nearby family, thinking I’d have something in common with them and might learn how others handle the situation. I get some good advice and see different perspectives on how we live our lives. Unfortunately, I also hear quite a bit of whining.
Take today, for instance. Someone posted that they just didn’t understand millennials. They refuse to grow up, start every sentence with “so,” have their phones in their faces all the time, and expect everything to be handed to them. Etcetera.
I said that the millennials I know work hard and raise their families while trying their best to make the world a better place. A few people agreed with me, but more sounded like a bunch of grumpy old farts.
It must have started to get a little contentious because somebody deleted the post.
I have to admit that sometimes I feel a little jealous of young people, not because of their youth because I sure wouldn’t want to go through that again, although I’d love to be able to move without pain. I envy them computers, the Internet, even cell phones.
Mostly, though, I’m happy that we had the 60s and low-cost college tuition and drive-in movies.
And nobody can dispute that we had the best music. Luckily for millennials, that’s one thing that’s still around for them to enjoy.