Seth's Blog

Car Ride Whenever I hear the  The sound of the rumbling car’s engine, I am 4 years old And have woken up from a long, deep, nap coming home from shopping in Willmar. My mom comes into the garage and gently removes me from the car seat, not to disturb my peace. But that is not my story. My story is my elbow popping out as soon as she touches my arm. My screams and wails are heard from inside the house where my Dad is. My cries of anguish serve as an unofficial welcome to my dad running outside and popping my arm back into place.

Ok Boomer I don’t know what to do with these little whippersnappers All they seem to do is stay on their little gadgets like robots The only thing they do when they come over is tap on their whatsits, popping up titles such as Instachat and Snapagram The little gizmos vibrate with a mmmm mmmm, they pick it up, stare at it and set it down again My grandchildren show me photographs on these thingamabobs with words on the pictures like: “World War 3” and “Baby Yoda”  Back in my day, we had to take out actual roles of film to watch a movie, not whatever they call Netflix Plus I guess a boomer like me will never understand the younger generations