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.
How could I not write about them?
Check out this blog post:
Check out this blog post:
- True Grit: Still magic after all these years
- When the vets came marching in
- Reflections on reading, writing and 'rithmetic
- Those darned boys
- Baby Boomers are supposed to live forever, aren't they?
- Give me a minivan any day--almost
- 60--It's just a number
- I'd love to see the Oscar Mayer Wienermobile
