Updates, letters, and notes from the movement.
I’m 69 years old, and I think I’ve stumbled onto something. Boomers and Gen Z are the same fucking people. Seriously. We’re separated by 50 years, completely different technology, completely different economics, completely different childhoods— and somehow these crazy bastards turned out just like us. Think about it. When Boomers were young, we looked at […]
Something has happened to me recently that I did not see coming. I’m 69 years old, and I think I’ve developed a genuine kinship with Gen Z. Which is fucking weird. Because I’m supposed to hate these people. That’s apparently how generations work. Old people look at young people and say: “These kids are destroying […]
I’m 69 years old, and something very strange has happened to me. I fucking love Gen Z. I didn’t see this coming. At 69, I’m supposed to be complaining about them. “These kids today!” Their phones. Their tattoos. Their pronouns. Their music. I’m supposed to be sitting somewhere eating at 4:30 in the afternoon going, […]
Donald Trump came to Gastonia this week to campaign for Republican Senate candidate Michael Whatley. And there was one line that really caught my attention: “Pretend I’m on the ticket.” Think about that for a second. This is a midterm election. Trump isn’t on the ballot. Michael Whatley is. Roy Cooper is. But Trump is […]
When I started this hundred-person project, I thought I was conducting interviews. Turns out I was conducting an experiment. I had four questions, a microphone, and absolutely no idea what the hell I was going to find. And naturally, I thought, If I’m going to understand what’s happening in my community, I need to talk […]
I figured something out about myself recently. I’m 69 years old. I’ve survived three cancers. And somewhere along the way… I lost my scared gene. I don’t know where the hell it went. Maybe they took it out with the prostate. I don’t know. Maybe the surgeon came out and said, “Good news, John. We […]