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Hey, Baby Boomer!


by The Urban Blabbermouth

I look at the Boomer generation as fitting the famed bell curve.  In the curve, things start small and slow then grow to be fast and large then shrink to slow and small.  We, the Boomer Trailers,  are the small and slow end of the shrinkage.  As a result, we are somewhat invisible.

I think of music.  The big name bands like Led Zeppelin, I mention them because I was introduced to them by Vol-E,  whose members were born in the starting small slow end of the Bell Curve,  burst into the world at the large and fast end of the curve boomed with the result that everyone remembers them over many bands who came after.  I am also one who remember them and I watch them on TV these days on oldies shows.  I challenge you to name a Trailing Boomer band whose name is a big as Led Zeppelin.

I am struck by the economics of the boomers.  We, the Trailing Boomers, are the last of the rich Americans.  Our lives are the best economic lives in the entire world.  At no other time in human history have so many people enjoyed so much prosperity and such a good life, better than how the future looks.  We are spending the last of the prosperity and it does not look like there will be any wealth left after us. 

These economics manifest among Boomer Trailers as we worry about our children and how they will make out in the future.  That's why the college you go to matters.  My neighbor and I often discuss how our children will afford a house.  His youngest son still lives with him.  Conversely, the large and fast Boomers are past this worry.  They are concerned about their grandchildren but, shrug and say, "that their parents' problem."

The large and fast Boomers are now the elder generation.  At some point the Trailing Boomers will become the elder generation.  What will be remembered of us?  We will pass through time unremembered, overshadowed by our older siblings,  as the next generation takes over running the world. 

The Trailing Boomer will be saved in history by minorities and to some extent by women.  The changes in civil rights for minorities and women are only now coming to the "large and fat" part of the bell curve.  I cite President Barack Obama, a Black man and Hillary Clinton, a woman, as proof.  In the next fifteen years minorities and women will continue to rise up in the world.  I find that hopeful as I leave this world.


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