sometimes it just all comes out tasty...

When I was a kid, I always thought when people talked about Woodstock they were saying they were at "Asker's Farm." I only learned as an adult that it was Yasgur's Farm, but I think "Asker's" is a more apt name, considering all the things people were asking about at the time. I'm told that I am a Gen X, but I don't really fit that description. Ironically, my stepbrother, who is only 4 months younger than I am, does. However, he was a year behind me in school, and spent most of his childhood living in a commune. I consider my small slice of compadres who are too young to boom and too old to X, "Generation Why."

I kept hearing "Freddie the Freeloader" in my mind as I wrote this...

This one came out about 9 years ago, after a few decade's worth of fatigue from wrestling with being dismissed in the face of people's stereotypes. I know people form stereotypes out of fear, but it just gets wearisome sometimes. Now, in middle age, it's a lot easier for me not to care. I know who I am and what I offer, and I have nothing to prove to anyone. It's a whole lot more comfortable. Those who have ears, hear. I no longer have a need to open resistant people's ears.