The Incoherence Of Generation X
I was having dinner one night this week in Budapest with my son and his friend, both in their early to mid twenties, and enjoying myself immensely with their intelligent banter. I excused myself to go to the bathroom, and washing my hands, was startled to see my face in the mirror: God, I’m old. The grey beard, the receding hairl…
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