In March, I waxed nostalgic about the 30th anniversary of a favorite movie of mine, The Breakfast Club. What I didn’t make explicit then, but will now, is that I was 14 years old when that movie came out. To be honest, I pretty much hated being 14. But something dawned on me as I [Read More]
Generation X References That My Kids Don’t Get
I gave him a hug, the young 22-year-old who was graduating from college. Arnold (not his real name) had worked for me at the University since he was an 18-year-old freshman. And here he was. Going out into the real world. He told me about his new job in Milwaukee. “Ooo,” I said excitedly. “Did [Read More]
