As a so-called Gen-Xer, I have been bored with the myths of the Baby Boom generation for so many years I have lost count. This is not to discount them, but they don’t belong to me and other people my age. Just as I was not in Philadelphia when Benjamin Franklin flew a kite in a storm and shocked himself with a key, I didn’t see The Who at Woodstock, and I wasn’t in Dallas on Nov. 22, 1963. Those events have no meaning for me other than as historical footnotes.

Who really shot JFK? I don’t know, and neither do you. James Dean? Still never seen one of his movies. Vietnam? Yeah, it was a bad war. Most wars are bad. Continue reading »