Talking about my generation

My wife, eldest daughter, and I went to see Morrissey in concert last night in Salt Lake City. Actually, sitting through the concert (yes, I'm old enough now that I am allowed to sit through concerts, though I was on my feet for "National Front Disco" and other favorites), I spent a lot of time looking around at the other middle-aged bozos like me, living out their teenage years with a decidedly not teenage Morrissey (I think he's 48 now, and it shows in his paunch - the man should probably not take off his shirt in public anymore, though he did it twice). My generation has passed away....It was the same at the U2 concert my wife and I attended last year - life has moved on, and despite Bono's funky glasses, it has left him behind, too.