Talking About My Generation
6 min readNov 13, 2020
We missed The Sixties. We were around but had more immediately prepubescent concerns than social justice and foreign policy. In the summer of 1969, while the whole world watched Vietnam and Woodstock, I played little league baseball at the Jewish Community Center in the Rogers Park neighborhood on the north side of Chicago. I belong to the Blank Generation and I will always love Richard Hell and the Voidoids for putting us into an anthem…