My Mom was born in 1910 in a house that was built when Ban Franklin was still alive. She was the oldest of 13, four of whom died serving in WW-II, and she was in the Army, also. Dad drove a deuce and a half during the Battle of the Bulge.

I'm a Boomer, born in February 1947. I have flown jets that were manufactured when I was six years old. Until my high school years, there were no phone area codes and all calls other than local had to go through a long distance operator. Our number was Mercury 2-5062. Cars got 1,000 miles between oil changes, and most "new" oil was recycled 30W. You'd switch to 10W in winter or the starter wouldn't turn over. Tires were rayon cord bias ply, and they'd have flat spots if the car sat too long. You'd hear and feel them going "wump...wump...wump" until they warmed up.

Very few people were rich enough to fly on commercial airlines, most of which were DC-3s, and if you did, you wore your Sunday best suit. They were disappearing by the 50s, but you could still see and hear steam locomotives hauling freight trains.

In college, I carried 18 to 20 semester hours, commuted to classes, and worked part time in a Western Auto store at $1.65/hr which was the minimum pay rate. Tuition at a major University was $800 a semester, and I paid off my student loans within a couple of years after graduation. Gas was 30 cents a gallon and my VW bug got 30 mpg, a happy coincidence.

Cleverly disguised as a responsible adult.