I feel I am fortunate to be a Baby Boomer – especially an early one. Why, with the Depression followed by a long war, the late 40’s and early 50’s were times when people wanted a more pictue book existence . . . and gave it to young kids. And we didn’t know any different; we were spoiled. We spent babyhood and toddlerhood without TV. A lot of outdoor time and new things everywhere. They were grabbing the prosperity of the times and relaxing . . . and we littlier ones thought that was the way things always were.

But enough of that, sort of. Enough of the good-life Baby Boomer childhood. Think about the Baby Boomer getting older time. Yes, a while back, it occured to me that my generation certainly could not use phrases such as “in the old days” or “back then” or “horse and buggy days” or anything that would tarnish our prince and princess beginnings.  Obviously others thought the same, maybe some young whippersnapper in advertising, and we have the phrase “in the day.” Gotta love it. It doesn’t give an inch.

And that’s the way we early Baby Boomers like it. Yessirree Boob . . . er, Bob.

You won’t see me looking at a kid or grandkid and saying, “Hey, back in the old days, we had to use typewriters and the typing of the school paper was so much harder than actually writing it. And footnotes?  Badword that. Footnotes put hair on your chest in those days. I don’t talk about only the broadcast channels and days of no videos or DVD’s. I don’t talk about being at the mercy of The Morning Movie to see old classics. Not me. Because that would suggest to people of less age that I and my classmates are becoming generic oldtimers.

No. No. No.  We will always be the special Baby Boomers, maybe just more wrinkly. But, hey, if we’re wrinkly, than that’s the style, because we are the M-I-C-K-E-Y  M-O-U-S-E kids that sent away for ears to wear during the show. We are the cat’s meow.