This March on my 67th birthday, a Gen Z-er complimented me.

I sat in my favorite Las Vegas watering hole, watching a game, drinking beer, and reading a senior citizens’ bulletin whose main feature was being alert for AI fiscal scams.

On his way out, the sharp-eyed young stamper gave me my due. In his view, I’d been multitasking to the max. He admired that. I wondered if he also saw himself doing the same sort of juggling in 40 years. Continue reading Be It Ever So Humble →