My generation, the "Wonder Years," grew up with large boxy televisions, kitchen wall phones, bikes with big handlebars and banana seats, the Beatles, Vietnam, Watergate, Nixon, Twiggy, Charlie Brown, the Monkees and some of the best music ever. Yes, I'm revealing my age, but that's okay; there's no harm in acknowledging that I'm from the Gen Jones era. Life was good in my little world, and all those events were just background noise as I sat at the dinner table, listening to
