I get it, last night I attended my weekly Boomer’s Anonymous Meeting (BAM) where our fellow Boomers listen to our woeful stories of what’s left of our lives. Mine was how I addictively search Google to aid my Wikipedia searches to link to more Youtube searches and relive those wonder years when we thought we knew things. Sob. Right then and there I took off my rose-colored glasses smashing them to the floor while my fellow Boomers erupted into a standing O golf clap. 😭³ I’ve got to stop now I’m out of kleenex.

addendum: Never really remembered or liked the ‘Muskrat Love’ tune as recollection serves, (okay, possible dementia). Does this make me a bad Boomer?