Now I’m from the generation that most of you think destroyed America.  I was educated by the National Defense Education Act and did Sex, Drugs, and Rock ‘n Roll in the ’60s.  I left college as a dope-smoking, FM radio listening, liberal Democrat.  Then I met Life.

But no matter what many of you think of people of my generation, I pretty much did it right.  After a period of youthful adventure and excess, I got married, settled down, raised a kid, and made payments; every American’s duty.  I did what I was ’sposed to do for 17 years.  Though I was no angel and lived on the road a lot, I always came home and her cut always came off the top.  But, women of the ’60s being as they are, she needed “more space,” a euphemism for body parts unknown, so she took off and left me as a single father of a teenaged daughter.  Life gets real tough with that kind of unrelenting responsibility.

So, I was single, had a nice house, nice car, and a good income; ‘course I did have that kid.  For a while if they weren’t under 25 and didn’t have a belly I could bounce a quarter on, I