Well, how can anybody tolerate that Pat Boone? He’s friends with those devil-rockers Ozzy Osbourne and Alice Cooper, you know?
Laughing, screaming, jumping teenagers out in the world drive me nuts and they are sometimes scary. This is the new generation?
They hang in gangs outside the library. What is with that? None of them have a book in their hand nor any type of bookbag or (showing my age here) tote bag.
Don’t they have aracades anymore? That is were everyone hung out when I was teenager. Roller rinks? Where are they? That was the happening place on a Friday night. Anyone who was anyone was at the rink. Damn it they had places for these kids to be instead of terrorizing malls and shopping centers.
Now in the home I had no problem with them and enjoyed their company. I had the “kid house”. This was the place for all the friends to hang out and sleep over. Alexis, Dustin, Carl, Mike, Cheryl plus my own two could be found here at almost any given time. I laughed at their sillyness and sometimes joined in it. It was fun to be a teenager again. Hell I helped Mike with his eyeliner when he was going through his goth stage. I sort of liked his black finger nail polish.
Those times are over and my old fogeyness is starting to show. I want peace. I don’t want six kids over. I don’t want to hear their music nor listen to their silly gossip.
The only two “kids” that visit anymore are Cheryl and Alexis. My daughters two best friends and they keep pretty much to her room. They also leave now. They can drive and go places. My house is much calmer. The livingroom is no longer over run and the TV is available for watching well TV instead of movies and video games.
It is a new era. The time of the adults is approaching and I like it.
Bah! I VOTED for Carter. BOTH times. And you’d better stay off my lawn, you little whippersnapper!
If you were born in '62, you were 8 when the Beatles broke up. I was 6 myself, and only just became aware of their existence at that time.
I liked what you said about being on a cultural cusp. They may call us those of us born in the early '60s Boomers, but I don’t have any connection to the so-called Boomer cultural touchpoints. I don’t remember most of them at all.
I’m settling nicely into fogey-dom myself, thank you. I stopped listening to current music about 5 years ago, and have no idea who the top bands/singers are these days. That’s for my nieces and nephews, who are just entering their teen years; I’m looking forward to expressing my complete ignorance the first time they mention somebody and seeing their expressions of befuddled astonishment.
That would be me as well. They’re great, smart, funny kids, and I love them, and I enjoy their company. And I’m delighted when they go away.
I think the times I feel the most fogeyish are the days I walk into the house and there are a bunch of kids there, and I immediately start bitching about the mess and the noise and the obscene amounts of food they’ve consumed and “Oh my god, do you none of you have homes of your own?” and telling them to get the hell out because I’d like, every once in a while, my living room to myself, please.
Bah! You must be a young pup. It’s Ritz and Velveeta.
What about 78 rpm records? Won’t anyone think of the 78 rpm records?
You know what I really miss? Root Beer Fizzies. For that matter, Root Beer Kool-Ade.
Just when I was gonna join.
I wouldn’t recognise a '57 Chevy if it ran over me.
Now a Hillman Minx is a different matter
And I 'member the end of WW2 
I always did suck in math. I thought they broke up in 1972. My age re Vietnam is likely wrong as well…
Me, too–I have no nostalgia for Haight-Ashbury or dropping LSD or Peace, Man etc. Things that worried me were Watergate (none of it made any sense to me–I was a kid. As an adult, it still doesn’t–what a harebrained, paranoic idea!), OPEC, and the energy crisis. Having 4 older siblings, I will always (mostly) get the cultural references, but that doesn’t mean I share them. No one seems to talk about “Dyn-o-mite!” or Geraldine (Flip Wilson’s alter ego) or Seasons in the Sun or The Jackson 5 or those really cool Jolly Green Giant bath mats etc… <sigh> We’ll be hearing about The Lovin’ Spoonful and love beads until the boomers all die…
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Back in my day…When we went to college, we didn’t have cell phones, iPods, the Internet, or telephone registration. I remember listening to my brother’s eight-tracks. VHS and Beta were new technologies a bit later.
And I gotta tell ya, a lot of these young’uns don’t get any better when they go to college.
I was speaking only of the American chapter, of course. You people on the other side of the pond have much different criteria, I’m sure.
You can be First Assistant to the Enforcer if you like; I had it in mind that you should be THE ENFORCER unless AuntiePam bogarts the job.
Heck I’m so old I remember quill pens and parchment.
Stone tablets,The Titanic,building of the pyramids, Stonehenge, the first stone laid
Now getoff my lawn dammit
Yeah, man. Nothing worse than those leg-crossing kids!
The more things change, the more they stay the same.
Seeing their expressions when you tell them how much you like the band they like, and then suggest another one would be even better. I mean, how could someone as obviously old and completely uncool as you listen to something they like? 
But then I’d have to pay attention to modern music again, wouldn’t I? I lost interest in everything but Beethoven (and a little Bach and Gershwin) ages ago.
It was 1970. I remember distinctly seeing a picture of them on the cover of a magazine, Life, I believe.
I don’t remember being aware of the Vietnam war until after it was over.
My mother, born in 1942, actually fits the Boomer Experience profile better than I do. She’s the one who can tell you where we were when JFK was shot (I was a fetus at the time). Being a young married woman in the '60s, she wasn’t much of a hippie, but her younger brothers and sisters were; if I have any Boomer sensibilities, I’ve picked it up from them.
I had a fogey moment when my niece showed up at Christmas in ripped jeans. I asked her if she’d bought them pre-torn and she said yes. I did my best impersonation of Grandpa Simpson: “In MY day, we had to rip our jeans by hand! But we never complained! We thought we were DARN LUCKY to have jeans at all! By gum!”
Thing is, deep down, I meant it.
Kids these days!
Hey, who let the Really Old Fogeys in here?
Are you guys trying to out-fogey us with your Roosevelts, WW2 and '57 Chevys? Can’t we all just get along and pick on those young upstarts together? They may be younger and more spry but we’ve got them in numbers and voting power.