tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-232970472011-07-28T14:26:13.131-04:00Welcome to the Boomer By-line, The blog that contains a world view from a retired baby boomer. So your asking yourself "How relevant .. or important .. or signifcant can this be?". I say "heck, I don't know, but lets give it a try". OK. So, I'll write some stuff, and you guys just jump right in. .........DennyDennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03246674525926691362noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23297047.post-1162416468700852262009-09-13T11:51:00.000-04:002009-09-13T11:52:13.629-04:00

I recently read Stephen King’s epic fantasy tale The Dark Tower series. This is a massive work that King spent twenty years writing. One of the recurring themes is the idea that the story takes place “after the world had turned” … meaning that the world (or in the case of King's tale, worlds) and all its inhabitants experienced a massive change which affected the physical and social fabric of

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Shortly after I became handicapped and started using a scooter for longer distances, I commented that it seemed that I had disappeared. What I meant by that, was that when you're in a wheelchair or some other wheeled device (and a lot shorter than you used to be) people tend not to notice you. This is especially true in large crowds.But one thing I've been noticing recently is that there are an

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Well, it's been a while since my last blog ... I have no excuses ... oh, I could claim some lame excuse, but I really have none. ... so here's my thought for now.My last blog talked about 'This Turning World'. It seems that since that last blog, the world has just increased it's spin. Even the most casual observer would have to say that the gathering clouds on the horizon seem to be increasing,

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About twenty five years ago, I met a successful businessman by the name of Durwood Ball. On several occasions, I'd met with Durwood to discuss potential business opportunities. Nothing really came of it. But it was certainly not hard to like the man. The thing about Durwood was that he was in his eighties and still going strong in the business world. He also had a wife who who appeared to be in

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It’s been awhile since my last post … Blame it on Brent.  He gave me a copy of his new game “Galactic Civilizations” and I’ve been hooked ever since.  I think I need to spend some time at the Betty Ford Computer Game de-tox.  … Oh Well … on to my subject.Karin and I recently rented a completely dreadful time-travel movie … “A Sound of Thunder”.  If your spouse or roommate brings it home from the

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While this blog often shies away from political comment (well most of the time anyway), with everyone and their mother jumping on the immigration bashing band wagon, I just can't help myself.One of the things our politicians have a hard time with is the law of unintended consequences. Every few years, and usually during an election cycle, our politicians decide that the minimum wage needs another

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A bit self serving since this is an article on my other Blog .... but it's worth a lookMcCoy USA: Must See Sidewalk Art

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This is me at Huegonot State Park ... see article belowAs a result of some unfortunate health issues, I was forced to retire almost five years ago (at a very young age, I might add). About retirement, I often hear people say something like this: "Boy, I won't ever retire, I can't see myself sitting in a rocking chair wasting my life away. No sir, I'm going to work until I die!" To those folks I

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I read an editorial a few weeks ago by a gen-xer who complained about baby boomers sucking the air out of every decade in which they find themselves. (Now as any good blogger knows, here is where I reference the article ... but I've forgotten where I read it ... oh well). Anyway, the upshot of her essay was that after having defined what it meant to be a teenager back in the 60's, and after

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Karin and I spent a long weekend at Indian Rocks Beach along the Gulf Coast in Florida. While we sat in beach chairs watching the sun go down, a boy and his father were playing catch with a football. The evening was long and the boy seemed to be completely free of any cares ... it was a joyous, long, beautiful evening.I wonder if we will ever capture those kinds of days again.

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