Mt grandparents were of the "Lost Generation," those who came of age after the First World War, a time of expat Yanks living the artistic life in Paris, of the Jazz Age, of the Blues, of a time when the values of the Victorians came apart and fell to dust in the aftermath of the devastation of Europe after the most meaningless and destructive war to date in our history. The Lost Generation, Hemingway calls it.
I saw a pregnant woman today. I could hardly believe my eyes. I looked around me and I don't see the lost generation of my unborn children. I have trouble conjuring the faces of the children of my comtemporaries, 'cause they are so few and so seldom seen -- if they live at all. And of them, those few who didn't go out due to abortion, birth control, or adoption at best, the children of my friends are mostly childless themselves now in their early 30s.
What devastating epiphany kept our own from having children?
If anyone wants my stuff when I die it'll be a race to grab it before it ends up in the land-fill. Stuff? One would have hoped life was something more than accumulating it just for the sake of a few years of comfort and cheap thrills at the mall.
There's an empty space, and there is the lost generation.