Working Up

by Dwayne Phillips

Each generation laments how no one recognizes how special they are. Well, sort of. Times change, ya’ know?

I just saw another one of these things online. It was a black and white photo of kids on their bicycles in the street. We were the last generation to ride bikes in the neighborhood. We used a clothes pin to attach a playing card to the bike. The playing card flapped in the spokes of the wheel. It made the bike sound like a motorcycle for at least two minutes, then it tore itself to bits.

We were the last generation to eat Kool-Aid from the package and turn our tongues purple or red or green or something.

Alas, time. It moves. Of course we were the last generation to…

I am writing this on Saturday, September 3rd, 2022. This day is unique in the history of mankind. Those alive today will be the only persons in human history to be alive today. We are special. If you don’t believe me, well, you just are worth believing anything obvious or some put down that I can state about you who don’t think I am really special and so are all the others in my arbitrary “generation.”

Alas, time. It moves. Today is unique; tomorrow will be unique, and so will the day after. I will be the last person alive to write this blog post. See, I’m unique and special. Well, there are probably a million other folks out there writing blog posts today. Maybe I’m not so unique.

Alas, time. It moves. Enjoy today. Watch some kids doing whatever it is those unique kids in their unique generation are doing on this unique day. Smile. No one else will ever experience today again.