When I was a kid I remember getting raw milk from the neighbor with our breakfast cereal some mornings.
It was Grandma’s house, and we also had an outhouse. It was a gravel road. I got to live a live that romantic notion that movies were made of. We were at her house half a year. I could talk more ‘old days’, this was the 60’s-70’s, back when I was supposed to be a baby boomer.
I’m so sick and tired of being labeled as a boomer, when the freaking hippies are our problem. It should be call the hippie boomers. They’ve been a problem since they started they’re crazy movement, ie, Chicago, Woodstock, Kent state, bombing Madison. I was 8-9, and I’m associated with this crap? Now, they’ve moved to Washington and the WH. Spit.