Yesteryear’s Memories: Grow Up to Be President

Lifestyle
November 23, 2021

I’m a baby boomer. I grew up in the 1960s and 1970s. When I was a preteenager, my schoolmates and I somehow got the idea that the President of the United States as well as the governors and all our public servants were smart, trustworthy, and truly had the good of the country in mind. We even aspired to be President. We learned that banks could be trusted with our money. We absorbed the idea that if a person worked hard, saved money, and stayed productive, life would be rewarding and happy. If you stayed working for a company, they would take care of you all through life, reward your efforts and loyalty, and present you with a nice parting gift and a very generous pension so you could enjoy your latter years.

I distinctly remember learning (starting at about fourth grade) that gambling was a horrible thing. It caused all kinds of problems — gamblers were bound to lose their money, home, family, and everything dear to them. Where gambling existed, crime would increase and personal safety would deteriorate.

As I entered the teen years, I remember the cautions about the evils of marijuana. It would make you crazy, take away all your friends as you roamed the streets bleary-eyed in search of the next ‘high’, and certainly it was just a prelude to harder drugs. I didn’t even know exactly what those harder drugs were, but it was frightening all the same. Visions of crazy spider webs woven under the influence and the sizzle of a “brain on drugs” still haunt my memory.

Oh how things have changed. The lotteries produce an obscene amount of tax money for the states. Marijuana is practically a government staple product and a huge tax producer. I don’t know anyone who would or could work for the same company for 40 or more years. And as for politicians, we won’t even go there.

I guess it’s just part of getting older, but I find myself getting grumpy and suspicious. But I know the cure for that — settle down in front of a slot machine, get myself some lottery tickets and a hemp product to calm down, and feel secure in the fact that our government will take care of everything. And remember that my money is perfectly safe. The guy I voted for said so.

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