Mrs. Teabody Turns Even Older
"Okay, Boomer." The phrase is dismissive, yes? But I am not here to be okayed --far from it. This is classic Boomer Blah-blah-blah all the way, so let's go! It's my birthday which means it is time to reflect. Like most older folks I laid the foundation of my philosophy under the influence of popular culture. My place in my community was defined by those joyful inhabitants of Mayberry and Walton's Mountain. Let's not forget Dodge City, Kansas. My earliest heroes were formed by a team of writers at Walt Disney. My course in affairs of the heart was set out for me in the lyrics of the Shirrells, the Supremes, the Beatles and the Beachboys. Indeed there wasn't a single question about romantic existence that could not be answered with a lyric - - there still isn't if I'm honest. Carrying buckets of milk from the barn to the milk house on a farm bound tightly on all sides by mountains in rural Pennsylvania did not keep me out of Monte Carlo th