My parents did me a disservice

They were products of a particular time, place, and situation.

Their parents had come to America with stars in their eyes. Such promise.

And after the Greatest Generation won the Great War there was such hope.

They created a cocoon of optimism, aspiration and expectation. It was not grounded in reality.

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It was a long way down.

For one thing: Upon the trauma of the initial shattering of the delusions, many of us in the sixties generation turned hard against, hating Amerikkka. Hating their generation and their Great Optimistic Booming.

. . . slowly coming to terms . . .