And another thing. . .re. that last post of mine about marching in the streets: Do not dismiss me as some old hippie. Not the case at all. (Sure looked like it could have been fun sometimes though.) During those days I was busy with my baby and also going to college. Oh, and Mr. Boomer was a Green Beret. Not exactly a hippie I guess.

What am I now?

I am one hacked off retired grandmother. But I still know how to make a little noise. I sure wish I were there in TV right now. All those retired people. Retired people as hacked off as I am no doubt.

Ohhhh, how I wish I were there. I know some of you would help me make those signs. And somebody would decide the place to meet. And somebody would call the newspapers and the television stations. And. . .

You know, I guess I had better shut up. Somebody may come to take me away. Oh well, nobody ever listens to me anyway. I know Alan Greenspan never did. Oh how I hollered at that man. I sure wish he had stuck with the saxophone. Genius is not all it's cracked up to be, is it.

Boomer