As I was driving home today, I suddenly remembered an incident from a few nights ago. I was having a good dream, and the ending was unexpected and humorous. I started laughing, hard enough I woke myself up. I laid in bed and laughed myself silly for about five minutes, then I went back to sleep. It was a really good feeling.
We are the children of the Eighties. We are not the first “lost generation” nor today’s lost generation; in fact, we think we know just where we stand - or are discovering it as we speak.