Peterson: Washing machines put belief through wringer
I’m pretty fortunate to have been born near the end of the Baby Boom in 1958. Which is at least a half-century ago. To put it in perspective.
We really had it all: indoor plumbing, electricity, a furnace, cars, radios, television sets, Bic pens. I don’t remember where I was when President Kennedy was assassinated, but I do remember where I was when John Lennon was shot.
I easily missed the Vietnam draft. I didn’t even have to register with Selective Service, which is the government’s way of keeping track of young men and women should a draft be needed. Missed it by two years. And I was opposed to even that, having filed my conscientious-objector status when I turned 18. By then, the country was pretty fed up with wars anyhow.
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