Are there still beautiful things? in anticlimatic

One of my favorite customers is this eccentric guy named Jeff who lived on this farm compound with his nurse wife. During covid she moved into the guest house to “stay safe,” and must have discovered how much more preferable life was without the guy around. She divorced him and he spent the last year living in a camper. Saw him the other day at his old house. He called me out to have a look at things, mentioned it could be the last time I see him. Gave me a chance to say goodbye and express how much I liked him. He cried a bit. Definitely didn’t want to be getting divorced and booted, but seemed alright with it at the same time. Feels like the end of an era.

Jeff is a boomer, and they’re fading fast. I know we’re all supposed to hate them, but I’m going to miss them. They’re an interesting generation. Which got me thinking about my grandfather. Another customer relayed to me that Dick had died recently. He was the last of my grandfather’s friends still alive. Used to be a regular cabal of them. Much different from the boomers. Saner. Wiser. Despite closing in on being about the same age. Different life experience, I think. Boomers were a bit spoiled. Made them weak and narcissistic. The Greatest Generation really earned that title.

And they’re all gone now. I remember when several could be called upon for advice. Now boomers are the elders, and their advice is shit.

I had no idea taylor swift was a gangly 5‘10”.
I think I love her.