Think The Unthinkable

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As a baby boomer, I was reared by parents that respected authority. They were parents of The Great Depression. My grandparents saw the Brooklyn Bridge being completed (or as my Italian grandmother would say...Brookalino) and were grateful and proud to be new Americans. They knew adversity and heartbreak. They laughed and they cried having lost two of their six children from disease, their eldest daughter to the Spanish Flu at 19, their youngest son from kidney disease at 14, their father (the grandfather I never knew) from an accident on their farm in Northern New Jersey. They taught us to respect authority, and we did, but, like many of our generation, with a healthy skepticism. Maybe because we were so much more educated (we weren't pre-occupied with putting food on the table). We knew of our founding fathers, demanding and fighting to the death, for what they were denied...our God-given natural rights to freedom, self-defense, personal property, free speech, shaping our own future.