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Cranky Old White Man Memories by Charles O’Muldoon
Do you really want to understand boomers? Your grandparents, parents, yourself? Do you like history, travel, science, philosophy, sarcasm? It’s all in here. It is a short book, suitable for the majority of attention spans. Try it.
About o’Muldoon
Mr. O’Muldoon was born in the Northeast in the early 1950’s and lived there all his life. He received a BA in Psychology from his state university and a few years later an MBA from the same university. He had a successful career working for the same company, in the same place, for 30 years, by applying Yankee values of hard work and commitment. He also applied these values to raising three wonderful children with his amazing wife. When the nest was empty, they retired to an island paradise.
O’Muldoon’s voice and style are engaging and make for an easy-to-read book that goes quickly and smoothly. The chapter about his travels takes the reader along for an adventure with unforgettable sights, colorful characters, and some close calls. Cranky Old White Man might be short on pages, but it’s long on entertaining and thought-provoking content.
Editor, BookBaby.com
EXCERPTS FROM CRANKY OLD WHITE MAN
... there was one block that had a lot of diversity. One end was anchored by the big brown clapboard Episcopalian church. Next to that was the Chinese laundry, then the German bakery, then Irish plumber, and then on the corner was Louie’s. Now I don’t know who he was ethnically, but Louie must have been the smartest guy in the world…
…things I remember about elementary school…It was about 11:30 am and just waiting for noon to go home for lunch. But then one teacher comes into the room crying, talks to the other teacher and she starts crying, and then we all line up to go home early. When my two sisters and I get home, Mom is crying too…JFK had been shot…
In 1967 for the summer of love I was only about half-way through high school, so too young to be there, and it was really network TV that sold me on the mantra of sex, drugs, and rock and roll…
On New Year’s Eve I flew out of JFK on Lufthansa, had champagne mid-Atlantic, and landed in Lisbon on New Year’s Day… Caught a cab to my hotel, checked in, cleaned up, ate, and crashed…when I woke up the next morning, I opened the doors to my third-floor balcony, and gazed down the magnificent, ancient tree lined boulevard. I saw tanks and other armored vehicles rolling up it towards me…
For thousands of years Justice has been personified as a woman, sometimes blindfolded, sometimes not, with a double-edged sword in one hand and scales held up in the other…Why a woman?…
Every parent has said '“what is wrong with the younger generation", usually in a more personal tone directed at a wayward child. But in 1998 I had to ask myself what is wrong with my generation…