July 2008
Intermediate to advanced
288 pages
4h 17m
English
Remember when Boomers burned their draft cards? I ceremoniously burned my AARP card in front my shocked employees as a measure of my protest. I am not and I never will be my parents. My parents gave in to “old age” in a way that leaves me cold. I guess it’s a Boomer thing. I recently had my sixtieth birthday, and someone reminded me that sixty is the new forty. I like that kind of math.
I remember when my mother remarried. It wasn’t a happy time for me. I didn’t like my stepfather because I knew he really didn’t like me. Unfortunately for him, I was part of the package. Kids know. I think we both tried to get along but we both knew we were from different planets. Besides he was old—really old. He was sixty; I was twelve. ...