I cannot STAND it when Boomers are called selfish, narcissistic, and so on. I am a Boomer, my friends are Boomers, my family are Boomers, and we are NOTHING like that. Saying that is as wrong as saying all millennials are entitled and lazy. I teach them and know that some are but many aren’t.

I and my Boomer friends are doing everything we can to further progressive causes. Marching, making phone calls, writing letters. And we wholeheartedly support these students. Don’t paint us all with the same brush. Please.

Also smelling so bad that I can’t breathe when I’m working out next to them. And talking loudly on the phone. And dropping the free weights in a way that makes my ears ring. And sitting on a machine to text or whatever they’re doing with their phone instead of using the machine while I’m waiting for it. That *almost*…

I do, too. I’ve been buoyed by that thought all day, and the more I read about the amazing survivors of this shooting, the more hopeful I feel.

I have been sharing their stories on social media all day. They give this Baby Boomer hope that our future will be brighter than our dim present. These students are amazingly thoughtful and eloquent.

Former Baptist Fundamentalist here (although for most of that time I was veering away from it). Whenever I would mention that verse, I would be told that Jesus was an exception, because he was a Nazarene, and Nazarenes were required to have long hair for some reason. Oh, and when I would question why we couldn’t drink…

I don’t think it’s asking a lot, but I guess some people would. I don’t think I could be interested in someone I wasn’t friends with first. I rarely in my life have been immediately attracted to someone without knowing them first, and the few times that has happened, the attraction faded as I got to know the person.…

I agree with you. I’m probably way on the other side of the dating spectrum age-wise from most people here. I’m 60 and have been married and divorced twice, the second time ten years ago. I had one long relationship between marriages and a few short ones in the last few years, and after not dating for about four…

From what I could tell the times I was in England, those actually ARE town centers/centres. Over here it’s just so much urban sprawl with one of these “Town Centres” interspersed every ten miles or so.

It’s worth noting that one of those who contributed to that page, Angel Colon, is a Pulse survivor. Here’s a photo of Officer Delgado hugging him not long after the shooting.

I’m trying to think who’s even left.

What is he doing? I’m not up on covert hand signals.

A few weeks ago I walked miles and miles in London with a cross-body bag, and my shoulder became so sore. That’s when I realized the value of fanny packs. I use one here at home when I go on long walks to hold my phone, keys, and water, but I probably would have felt like such a tourist using one in London. Not that…

But his taste level! Surely that’s a factor.

Here Come Da Judge

I feel bad that there’s a typo in my post. Ugh. I tried to edit it but it didn’t work. Should be “denied that it happened and said he would never . . .”

Oh, this happens to me all the time, too. A few years ago I spoke to my father about something he made me do (not sexual or harmful, just a scary physical swimming challenge) when I was very young, and he vehemently denied that anything like that and would never do that to a young girl. Yeah—he may not remember it…

Do you live in Florida? Just curious. The way you describe it bears no resemblance to the Florida I live in.

This is Rick Scott, not Florida as a whole.

I love this. I had a sort of similar experience after my beloved Westie died in 2011. About a week after he died, I got in bed, read for a while, and then turned out the light and snuggled down under the covers. Immediately (there’s no way I was asleep—this was maybe two seconds after I turned out the light) I felt a…