I beg to differ. It's more like having a conversation with an anus situated on a pair of shoulders. I am a Boomer by birth and I have those conversations myself and it's fucking mindblowing. The way I experience it, Jessica, it strikes me that if those folks, no matter the age or the background, were to actually understand and admit that another reality is working in this America, they would also have to admit that the myth of American exceptionalism is indeed a myth. That some of what allowed too many to succeed was not off the sweat of their own brow, which is part of that lie, and the notion that the reason for their success was that they worked so hard, and hey, you too. NO. Not you too. You drive where I've driven lately, you stay where I stay. I intentionally spend the night in places like this Motel Six when I travel. It's fucking educational.