tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11044955.post3805816184412905112..comments2024-02-20T21:48:16.978-05:00Comments on The Beak Speaks: Post for those over 40.beakerkinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06088967209404588378noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11044955.post-25732958434159665872015-04-14T22:48:26.418-05:002015-04-14T22:48:26.418-05:00Do you miss the printed magazine
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FilmComm...Do you miss the printed magazine<br />--------<br />FilmComment<br /><br />The New York Review of Books<br /><br />The Nation<br /><br />The Progressive<br /><br />The Economist<br /><br />Harper's<br /><br />The Atlantic<br /><br />Poetry<br /><br />... as far as I can tell, print hasn't changed much. Stillthe best source of news and commentary.Ducky's herehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14608115001116619877noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11044955.post-87634125190978877752015-04-12T16:02:42.733-05:002015-04-12T16:02:42.733-05:00Seems odd because I am in the bridge generation. V...Seems odd because I am in the bridge generation. Video games just started when I was a kid and they lacked depth.<br /><br />I remember long endless ballgames and adventures in the woods. Top 40 was a relatively new format. There was also stations that catered to my Grandparents. <br /><br />In the 70s World War One veterans were still with us. I would listen to the World War One, Two and Korean veterans talk of far away places. My uncle described World War One as a big pile of mud flies and death. The softest spoken one was my Granfather who rarely spoke about the Polish Soviet War. He hated war but he understood the evils of Communism. On a good day he could demonstrate feats of marksmanship that just <br />Were amazing. He didn't even practice much.<br />I remember even after he had his stroke he beat the local state trooper. He made me give the trooper back his money. The trooper insisted on buying my Granfather a six pack of beer. He would come over with friends and shoot for fun with my grandfather. He lost and the trooper swore my grandfather threw a match. <br /><br />Sports heroes were bigger. I remember crying my eyes out when Bobby Murcer was traded.<br />I was older when he returned. Following the Yankees was part of summer<br /><br />Even simply going hiking in the woods was an adventure. There were trails with Waterfalls, mountains and berry patches. A group of cousins adventured led by Rusty the dog.beakerkinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06088967209404588378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11044955.post-32698322702414623672015-04-11T14:18:50.859-05:002015-04-11T14:18:50.859-05:00Seems our age group grew up in less complicated ti...Seems our age group grew up in less complicated times. As a small town kid before Malls,<br />Dairy Queen & McDonalds, I was<br />happy enough to visit the local grocery stores, which dotted our<br />side of town, one every couple of blocks. I still prefer local businesses; they aren't coming and going like the current franchise businesses and they<br />actually appreciate customers.<br />It was a mile walk to grade school and a two mile walk (or<br />bike ride) to Jr and Sr High,<br />whatever the weather, which in<br />N Wisconsin can be formidable<br />in Winter. Dial phones and party<br />lines and just the one radio to<br />listen to. Of course we knew every secret path along the wooded banks of the big lake up the street. Pleasant memories. BB-Idahohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01388509941702241290noreply@blogger.com