Tuesday Back To New York City Taxi School

Someplace in ancient History a war ended on this day.. And another began. It was the Big one ending and the Big one beginning. from 1945 through 1964 (Baby Boom) the children of Amercia's great generation came to know a country that offered much in opportunity for the disciplined protagonist and the ruthless, shameless promoter.

In our teens and early twenties we marched on Washington to tell the powers that be we do not want to die in your war...We do not want to work in your corporations and we do not want to have to live in your suburbs, and wear your IBM suits and a miriad of other complaints made by a dynamic youthful citiznery.

Now....We are Washington..We are the corporations...We are the suburbs and we mostly adhere to the modern version of the IBM suit....

What we have learned is that we have to do it for ourselves...Do What??? Everything!!There is need for community but as soon as the term community is invoked someone is trying to outposition us for a piece of a pie that may not even be apparent to us...

Rich, poor, foolish, unlucky all have a place at the table and a right to some piece of the community pie....But WE THE BABY BOOMERS with our inalienable rights have steered this ship to this time and place. WE ARE NOW THE TAXI DRIVERS of the American Universe and we all know how much the meter reads at the end of the trip..BUT WE ARE NOT ALONE are we?

If you want to take a taxi always remember the ditty from teh 30's "A Rich Man Takes a taxi and a Poor Man takes a Train. A Hobo walks the railroad tracks and gets there just the same."