My Boomer Generation Was a Failure

It bypassed socialism and went directly to cartel services

I was born in the 40's and my unwed mother, lying alone in a hospital with a permanently stiff leg from primitive knee operations, had listened to the stirring radio announcements by Gen. Dwight Eisenhower during the Allied  campaigns, and decided to name me after him. 

It was a strange name - Dwight - to have in Quebec City, where I was raised. A protestant, my school companions were a polyglot mix of WASPs, Jews and Jehovah’s, as our little high school was a de facto quarantine area for non-compliant religions, given the French-speaking majority and a vibrant Irish catholic population, who themselves had arrived in great numbers following the famine in Ireland.

My mother had been abandoned during the depression by her father, and again during the war by her paramour, both men CPR locomotive engineers with multiple love interests ‘up the line’. I had thus been ‘snapped off an army blanket’ as the saying went, but I was blind to it all, and grew up with an adopted father in the 50’s who…