Probably every generation thinks the same, but I really do think I grew up in the best of times – 1955 to when I stumbled into my 18 th year in 1973. Besides the sad assassinations, the Viet Nam conflict, Kent State, racial unrest, and other events that were anything but pleasant, that time period for most people on a personal level were great times. Even the poorest homes usually enjoyed a mom and a dad at home. Preferably a dad who didn’t abuse anyone. My dad wasn’t abusive. He just split shy of my 4 th birthday. My mom would ...