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Booming Voice - 50plus LIFE
  • Booming Voice: The Greatest Generation’s Last Witnesses

    Recently, my retiree-age literature class was discussing the classic ’50s conformity novel, The Man in the Gray Flannel Suit, as if it were a gripping novel of World War II. In fact, there were raw scenes of the main character’s PTSD-inducing war experiences that impacted his rung climbing in the 1950s corporate world.

  • Booming Voice: The Greatest Generation’s Last Witnesses

    Recently, my retiree-age literature class was discussing the classic ’50s conformity novel, The Man in the Gray Flannel Suit, as if it were a gripping novel of World War II. In fact, there were raw scenes of the main character’s PTSD-inducing war experiences that impacted his rung climbing in the 1950s corporate world.

  • Booming Voice: The Beach Boys Crowd

    COVID’s social distancing has been an anathema for those real crowd lovers. You know, those ultra-social creatures who wade into the July Fourth Boston Pops concert on the esplanade to claim their 1 square foot of personal space.

  • Booming Voice: Dog Park Socialization

    Since our South Florida city’s dog park was closed in late March, our 2-year-old Boston terrier, Mabel, has missed the socialization opportunities it offered and so have my wife and I, snowbirds from the Boston area.

  • Booming Voice: Of Pandemic and Pandemonium

    My late dad and I have both been in the crosshairs of a pandemic, albeit 102 years apart.

  • Booming Voice: The Big One: Runner-Up

    Last year I attended my class of 1969’s 50th high school reunion. It was a meaningful event for me because for one night, I was together with fellow baby boomers who marched lockstep in time with me from hula hoops to Hulu TV.

  • Booming Voice: The Big One: Runner-Up

    Last year I attended my class of 1969’s 50th high school reunion. It was a meaningful event for me because for one night, I was together with fellow baby boomers who marched lockstep in time with me from hula hoops to Hulu TV.

  • Booming Voice: More than Skin Deep

    Surprisingly, it’s taken my third snowbird winter in Florida to realize that at age 68, I still have freckled arms and shoulders.

  • Booming Voice: Crossed-Up Paths

    In our 62 years on Earth together, my dad asked me a lot of questions.

  • Booming Voice: Cursed by Cursive

    In sixth grade I was forced to miss at least a week’s worth of recess periods. I stayed in the classroom, while outside, my classmates were frolicking.

  • Booming Voice: Home Team

    Supposedly one’s introduction to a Red Sox game at Fenway is always the splendor of the grass. The fan walks up the ramp from the park’s dingy bowels into the glorious green of an outfield so immaculate it appears to have been mown by God.

  • Booming Voice: Time of My Life

    A few months ago, my childhood friend asked me if I would help out with our high school’s 50th reunion. I immediately said yes. Then I immediately had second thoughts.

  • Booming Voice: Shun-shine State

    During the three months that my wife and I wintered in Florida in 2018, we befriended a few small lizards who jumped right into our pool, but no fellow snowbirds.

  • Booming Voice: 100 Years Too Early

    My paternal grandparents’ Jan. 18 anniversary was a big deal in our family and elsewhere.

  • Booming Voice: Fun, Fun, Fun Until …

    A decade ago, my 88-year-old dad lamented being forced to stop driving.

  • Booming Voice: Old Granddad

    One of my least favorite bumper stickers is “Ask Me about My Grandkids” — for a couple of reasons.

  • Booming Voice: Heart to Heart

    Recently, during my 9-year-old Boston terrier’s second echocardiogram appointment, I was not, unlike the first appointment, focusing on the intimacy of Cookie’s beating heart tissue and blood flow on the screen.

  • Booming Voice: Grass over Turf

    As a grade schooler in the late 1950s, I really missed my dad on Saturdays. Dad would close down his dental practice at noon, come home, and then jump into a car with Grandpa and a few racing pals and head to the local horse track.

  • Booming Voice: Traditional Reading

    This past Chanukah I gave my 21-year-old son, Matt, a gift of a book. Compared to Matt’s other gifts of cool clothes and a Budweiser can candle, I feared that the book would be rated a distant third.

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