This is an autobiography, done as only the "first person singular" can do it. It's not written for reasons of ego. God knows, if you read it you'll see what an awkward, ambling, stumbling life story is told here. But so far, those stumbles have mostly been forward and interesting. Therein lies the story. This "in-between" generation rascal missed the "Beat Generation," and was too old to be a "Baby Boomer." There wasn't a discernable movement or cultural attitude for those who lived in-between. They had to make it up as they went along. This is the meandering story of one of those "Betweeners."