Why We Need Old People

As I write this, I’m 76 years old. I like to say that I’m an “old guy with a memory.” I lead the Baby-Boom generation having been born in 1947, just two years after the end of World War II.

Our family was the first in the neighborhood to have a TV set, when only two hours of programing a day was broadcast at 8 o’clock at night, well past my bedtime. I remember being allowed to stay up late one night when the first half hour of TV was going to be cartoons!