Forget about the empty chair. Clint Eastwood is a man’s man. He’s a throwback, oldschool, off the cuff, snarky old bastard. With the life he’s lived, I’ll listen to what he has to say, intently, and with respect. And when Clint Eastwood calls our generation, “the pussy generation”, I look for ways to prove him […]
The Complaining Generation?
I’m sitting here at the kitchen table sipping on a cup of coffee (French press), getting some work done. I have Johnny Cash and Sinatra on shuffle in the background and it just got me thinking about my generation in comparison to theirs. I had a great conversation yesterday with my Grandparents who live in […]