The <i> Angst</i> of Generation X

Oh, woe is me, I was born in ‘63, the last year of the baby boomers. But my heart, soul and status in life have rendered me a member of Generation X. When JFK was shot I can only assume I was asleep in my crib.

Although my peers and I work, we rarely feel rewarded. We vote, but sometimes wonder why. We hope to be able to get ahead, instead of merely getting by. Not everyone who attended Altamont or Woodstock now drives a luxury car, but to be patronized by those who do can cause frustration. But let’s look on the bright side: If an ex-hippie can drive a Lexus, cannot a plaid-clad grunge rocker hope to someday own a home?

ROBIN PATTBERG

Claremont