boomspeak

Weed. Grass. Pot. Smoke. Ganja. Reefer. Herb. Dope. Bud.

Whatever you called it, you can’t deny baby boomers were all over it. It was our drug of choice back then and you’d be lying if you said you never even tried it once. Okay, maybe a tiny minority of boomers never lit up.

Back then you had to put a towel under the door so that your parents, dorm mates, or yo...

For me and my four sisters, laughter was always the string that tied us tightly together. Letterman had nothing on our daily coffee-talk banter or our silly family holiday gatherings. Get us together and we could laugh about mostly anything. However, many of our shared fits of laughter over the years did not always come at appropriate times. One of my earliest memories is whe...

When I was in fourth or fifth grade — that would have been the years 1963 to 1964, or 1964 to 1965, respectively — we had a lesson on calendars. I remember nothing about the lesson, but I do remember sitting at my little desk thinking ahead to the year 2000. Daydreaming, I thought of how, on January 1, 2000, I would be 45 years old. Two things occurred to me. One, it seemed l...

I’m confused, and you can’t say that it’s because I’m a baby boomer and we’re all in a confused pre-Alzheimers state. I just heard that there is a new demographic known as Generation Z, AKA the Silent Generation, and I’m worried that they have run out of lette...

In my About Me profile, I wrote:

I like to play golf, walk, swim, cook, read, write, watch TV, listen to music, make art and grow cannabis.  

And you know, that pretty much sums it up. I never imagined I’d arrive at this place, but I might be devoi...