My granddad started out plowing behind a mule
This is kind of a thread within a thread, the generational talk woven around the talk of printable targets. But I was glad to get those target sites too, back when troylaplante first posted them.
At the end of the day, he'd unhitch it, go wash up, and ride it over to see my grandmother. He married her when he was 14, and started sharecropping. Eventually made it out to California with his large family, and found a good job. He lived to see the lunar landings on TV.My grandfather was alive for both world wars, the first airplane flight and the moon landing, and was alive at the rise and fall of communism.
My parents were born during WWII and remember the air raids, the low supply of food, neighborhood collections of scrap materials, and VE day. My father was assistant university faculty when the senior faculty were communist refugees from nazi Europe (ever wonder how our education system became so stinking communist?) Communists, Jews, and Communist Jews alike screwed him over for being a conservative blonde haired blue eyed guy who grew up in freedom.
Sure, I was born in 1982. Pretty much on the tail end of Gen X and beginning of Gen-whatever. But my parents were almost WWII gen, not really baby boomers at all. In a sense, I'm three generations in one. Based on my parentage, I'm almost a baby boomer, based on my birth I'm mutant Gen-X and Gen-Whatever.
Sure I'm rounding up to a quarter century, but I sure do feel every year of it.
This is kind of a thread within a thread, the generational talk woven around the talk of printable targets. But I was glad to get those target sites too, back when troylaplante first posted them.