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Baby Boom Last Year Sucks

Real quick light handed sketches caught
using  the Wacom Inkling.  I wanted to use
them to ink over with dip pen.
Boon Cartoons Boondawgoggle
 I've written about being born in the last year of the baby boom before.  By all accounts, I'd thought,  the baby boom normally is quoted as covering the years 1945 to 1963.  Which would put me as being born in the last year, and yes I turned 50 in December.

Well this morning, as is typical,  I was watching the Today Show and they did a segment on turning 50.  They touted 1964 as being the last year.  If you go look it up there really doesn't seem to be an exact consensus of the dates.  I really thought I was dead on.  Evidently not.

So there ya have it.  Another thing I thought I held significant distinction, being born in the last month of the last year of the boom all blown to hell.

Scanned image of sketch pad.  Here I inked
in the Inkling sketches with a dip pen.
Boon Cartoons Boondawgoggle.
I wonder if we are going to see a gazillion specials and shows on this event, the last boomers turning 50.  What does it all mean?  I hope if they do they point out that for the most part the tail end of the boomer bubble sucks.  As I've said before my entire life has felt as if I'm on the back side of wave, on a surfboard, paddling like hell to catch the wave.  I only feel that the wave will come crashing into the beach before I ever benefit from the front end boomer's push.

We suffered worst in the stock market crashes, since we really weren't invested heavily in the long up swing from 1995 to 2000. We've suffered the most by coming out of college when most businesses were squeezing out all middle management, from the LBO craze, leaving us nowhere to be promoted, since all the older boomers were stuck not moving through the middle management ranks.  We suffered  the worse in the housing market, since a lot of us were just moving up from our starter homes to homes for our families in the mid-2000's.  We are going to suffer the most from the eventual need to increase taxes to meet the social welfare needs of the front end boomers.  We really have been sucking the tail pipe of this fantastic generational anomaly.

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