I’m the father of two great sons, now 12 and 16. They were born in ‘97 and ‘93 which seems like yesterday. I was born in ‘60, which seems like a long time ago…to some, but not to others. I mean, my mom and dad were born in ‘27. Both were teenagers during World War II. My dad enlisted April, ‘45, just months before the Japanese surrendered. To me, that’s a long time ago. In the cosmic time line of life, it’s merely a blink of an eye.
Yet, I grew up in a slower, less complicated time. Despite the Vietnam Era, Generation Gap, hippie movement, Summer of Love and all the other 60’s things, childhood seemed very one dimensional, very single-minded in fact. I was the sixth of eight children, five boys and three girls. My parents had six kids in eight years in the 50’s. Then, when I was five, my twin sisters were born. Our household was busy, indeed.
My dad worked for the federal government.