When I was younger, I had a best friend named Perry. He was a buddy for close to twenty-five years. What killed our friendship? I found out that he was doing nasty things to me that until then I chalked up to coincidence.
The demise began when he announced he was getting married. We had been sharing a place so I knew everything he did. This included going out with the same woman for close to ten years while he was actively pursuing the dating of others. At the time, I didn’t understand why he was so two-faced. If he didn’t think he could make a go of it with the steady, why not just end it?
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Welcome to Baby Boomer Stories. This is our first post.
I am at that magical age where I am too young to get Medicare benefits and be put out to pasture but old enough to remember when you had one telephone in the house or apartment. It was colored black and was in the kitchen so that the lady of the household got to monopolize it. And it was a party-line, which meant that your family shared the connection with other people. If you picked up the phone and heard them talking, you got off and waited to try again when it was free. It was considered bad manners to listen in. If they were still on the phone ten minutes later when you checked again, then you asked them to kindly stop yapping.
That’s what this blog is all about- memories of things I did and saw as well as thoughts and opinions on how they affected my growth. Notice I didn’t say maturity because that is something that is still a work in process.
You are my party-line. Come back often and listen in as well as give me your experiences. As my father used to say, â€œThere’s a coffee pot on the stove. Come on over for a cup and we’ll chat.â€