A BOOMER’S LAMENT
I remember the Fonz and Archie Bunker.
I remember when LBJ meant the President (Lyndon B Johnson) and not a basketball player (LeBron James).
I remember the California Raisins, Louis the Lizard and the Budweiser Frogs.
I remember when the NY football Giants moved to the NJ Meadowlands.
I remember pin curls and garter belts, answering machines and floppy disks.
I remember Dick & Pat, Jack & Jackie, Ronnie & Nancy, Jimmy & Roslyn, Bonnie & Clyde, McCabe & Mrs. Miller, Ken & Barbie.
I remember when you had to get up & cross the room to change the channel.
I remember gas station attendants.
I remember when Amazon was a river in South America, not a store on the internet.
I remember streakers, est and transcendental meditation.
I remember streakers, est and transcendental meditation.
I remember consciousness raising, encounter groups and the Manson Family.
I remember Bullitt, The Godfather, and The French Connection.
I remember Led Zepplin, Pink Floyd and Marvin Gaye.
I remember Sergeant Pepper, Tricky Dick and Flower Power.
I remember the Bouffant, the Beehive, the Shag, the D.A, The Wet Look, The Dry Look and Greasy Kid Stuff.
I remember Joy, "the most expensive perfume in the world" and "Modess...because"
I remember the Atkins Diet, the Scarsdale diet and the Beverly Hills diet.
I remember Pan Am and TWA.
I remember disco and Donna Summer, hula hoops and Rubik's cubes.
I remember lots but I can't remember what I had for dinner last night, where I put my glasses and why I went into the kitchen & what I meant to do there.
So, my Boomer friends, what do you remember? And what kinds of things do you forget?
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