Good gracious, Joe, just how young were the people at the table? The 60s is the 'olden days', maybe?

Reminds me of a 19-year-old piece of wet-behind-the-ears arrogance I once met. I was 35 or so. He was pretty full of himself, and he said, with an air of disdain toward my unworldiness, I am a child of the 60s, you know.

Jeff, I said, when they say 'child of the 60s', trust me, they don't mean someone who was born in the 60s.