A personal pledge to keep my own generational bs detector in good working order. To avoid all temptations to revert to type, or cliche, by embracing the most stinging dismissal I can imagine from my critics of what they may read here. Tip of the hat to Bill Maher (for "Blogga please!") but all props to my fellow tennis fanatics, the black players of Poinsettia Park in WeHo in the 80's, who schooled this white boy, however inadvertently, in the power and nuance and glory of the mother putdown that puts the dis in dismissal. Of which Boomer please! is but a faint echo but one that will have to do.