As I reach a new year of insobriety, it’s time to ponder the Boomlennial folklore and see how we’re doing and where we are going. The millenials get a lot of attention but I’m not so sure that a populace that can’t stop eating Tide pods is getting my respect. The Boomlennial does need to step up their game a bit and be somewhat inventive, however. Way too many of us go to Florida in the winter which is nice and warm and bright and ok now I’m just jealous. But sometimes you go there and hang out with the same people you do up north. Bad Boomlennial grade for that. Meet new weird people. You see the old weird people enough. Or go west young (wo)man. Lots-oh-beautiful hot spots. Retirement is on a lot of minds, but a good exit plan is hard to come by. Unless you have forty hours of fun, enriching, mind expanding things to do, reconsider. Bagging groceries at the local supermarket isn’t going to cut it for most of us. And your children really don’t want to see you that much. Volunteering in the community is a lofty goal but let’s face it. If you haven’t been doing it all along its probably not going to happen. The best community activists have been involved while they were working and/or raising families and/or having too much fun and/or making it a priority in time and/or $$$. Just trying to help out my peeps here and evaluate a generation that needs to hold their own. Don’t be complacent. I need to pad my lucrative book deal and if my Boomlennial brothren aren’t sculpting me a new Adonis I’ll have to rely on YouTube for content and start inhaling cinnamon and work my way up/down to Tide pods. Think I’ll start with birthday cake #alsoloftygoal