X2With what I have seen in this life our great society really started slipping downward in the last half of the 1960's. Its been steadily happening ever since. Everyone has their opinion about things, just my .02 cents worth.
With what I have seen in this life our great society really started slipping downward in the last half of the 1960's. Its been steadily happening ever since. Everyone has their opinion about things, just my .02 cents worth.
O.K., just go ahead and blame it all on me. That's the year me, the falcons, and the braves all got to Atlanta. Everybody all had big plans for all of us.....I can put a year to it.
1965
Yes. Boomers as a generation ( not ALL ) had it very easy compared to others.
Don't blame me - I was only a toddler!I can put a year to it.
1965
In what ways?With what I have seen in this life our great society really started slipping downward in the last half of the 1960's. Its been steadily happening ever since. Everyone has their opinion about things, just my .02 cents worth.
Unless the corrupt Johnson Administration drafted you and sent you to Vietnam against your will.Yep.
The 50s was an optimum time to be born.
We were in 'nam way before Johnson.Unless the corrupt Johnson Administration drafted you and sent you to Vietnam against your will.
FWIW- There was plenty of us boomers climbing trees when I said out loud, "If we ever teach those messicans how climb and rig trees and run a chainsaw we're gonna be in trouble."They didn’t climb the trees, their illegal help did for little pay.
I Didn’t blame the problem on the business class. I was just stating a fact. I worked in the tree removal business and then in the pipeline business for years and 75% of the employees in the field were illegal.FWIW- There was plenty of us boomers climbing trees when I said out loud, "If we ever teach those messicans how climb and rig trees and run a chainsaw we're gonna be in trouble."
Dont blame the illegal immigrant problem on the business owner class.
The government gives them driver's licenses and welfare and let them vote. The banks give them loans and realtors sell them houses.
Why should it be up to the business owner to discern? Who is here legally and who is not. I say that's a number one role of the government. And they are not doing their job.
And it wasn't that way in the eighties and early nineties.I Didn’t blame the problem on the business class. I was just stating a fact. I worked in the tree removal business and then in the pipeline business for years and 75% of the employees in the field were illegal.
I would be considered a millennial and that’s how we lived. I use to stay out roaming all day and then if it got late at night I would often hear my dad whistle extremely loud. That meant get your tail home.I always tell my kids, now in their early 50s, they were the last generation of "free range kids". Now children have there whole childhood scheduled and mapped out.
Being born in the late 1940s to the early 70s put you in the best decades in which to grow up. Life was just simpler. Didn't have much materially but we built a lifetime of memories. I fortunately live in the same town I grew up in. I am reminded every day of the great childhood and childhood friends I had. There wasn't any "rec dept." You got up and did your chores then went off to gather up a ball game or a dirt clog war. Best days were just after they dug the ditches and clogs were fresh and exploded when they hit the target. Sling shots and green dates from the palm trees the dotted the town. Amazingly we never put any ones eye out. But it was hard to explain to Mama where the whelps came from.
We led a modern day version of Tom Sawyer.
I knew how to take advantage of my height, my extra reach, and my ability to leverage further away from the cut I was making.Lil fellers can climb a tree mo better. Makes sense.
I will put a notch in about any size tree you want and fell it. If i have to climb it more than tree stand height im done.I knew how to take advantage of my height, my extra reach, and my ability to leverage further away from the cut I was making.