OH, GROW UP!

I was ready to pass right over yet another article on the annoying baby boom generation. Then I noticed that, having been born in 1963, I was included among this pathetic mob.

Boomers were born into the richest country ever when it was at the pinnacle of its power, and what does the next generation get? Dan Quayle, a neutered Democratic Party and an endless stream of annoying television and classic rock revivals. I am not stardust or golden and, quite frankly, I’m sick of hearing about the garden.

Please don’t call me a boomer. We twentysomething folk truly are Kennedy’s children. Camelot, we hardly knew ya . . .

JOHN SMART

Los Angeles