Boomer banter

I was born in the early 1950s, the post-World War II period known as the baby boom. So were more than 77 million Americans.

There are threads that bind us, common memories we share, be it our hula hoops and Mickey Mantle baseball cards or remembering the deaths of JFK and Martin Luther King, Jr. We cried at “Old Yeller” and sat spellbound during “Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.” We remember watching the Beatles on Ed Sullivan and sang along with Peter, Paul and Mary.

Part of the essence of me is all those people, things and happenings that defined our generation.