Monday, December 13, 2010

At A Loss For Words

I don't know why I can still be shocked by the cultural mores so common to Northern California--but I can. Blatantly written up in the local rag on PAGE ONE was the following article:
http://www.pressdemocrat.com/article/20101211/ARTICLES/101219902/0/NEWS

The Emerald Cup?? NINE days to judge the winning bud??? We sure ain't in Kansas! I really shouldn't be surprised. A medicinal marijuana shoppe is going in right down the road about half a mile from SeniorLand. I guess they know their target market.

I've been rather discouraged that I've not met friends closer to my own age here in SeniorLand. The Hall Monitors and Nazis-on-Golfcarts crowd seem a bit off-putting to me. So--after 3 years of grousing I decided to send out a tentative feeler for other Baby Boomers who are now entering retirement.

I placed a discreet notice in the local paper, hoping to get a handful of replies. It felt as if I were putting a blurb in the personals section of the newspaper. You know, "first-wave Boomer wants to meet other Boomers for staying up past 7pm, using words like "cool" and maybe even "groovy" if they happen to slip out." Or, to put it in Boomer lingo--We are, like, lookin' for a Happening!

I've been shocked to have had 80 responses to my article! So much for a quiet evening in our living room with a few bottles of good wine. It's morphed into a full-fledged meeting and definitely BYOB and not at our place!

On the other hand, maybe the local MaryJane Medicine Shoppe really does know it's all about location, location, location.

I'll be keeping you posted on the emerging Boomers
in Retirement group.