Comic Wonder has asked me to do an occasional blog.  I’ll start by saying that it’s usually a rule of mine to NEVER work on holidays.  Although today isn’t a traditional holiday it is an important Anniversary.  This entire month is actually the 40th Anniversary of the introduction of the cubicle.  The moment that we lost our sense of individuality and gained our inner office privacy.  At least from the front and sides.  That aside, I am celebrating this milestone anniversary by doing what most cubicle enslaved droids do when they want to be productive….I’m working from Starbucks.  Despite the recent news of downsizing you can still find a few.  I came to find some inspiration for this blog and I realized that my subject was wiping the raw sugar packet crystals from the bistro tables.  A charming silver haired gentleman was cleaning up after the morning rush.  He was whistling like only someone of his generation could.  It’s a lost art.  I think our tongues have evolved to a less sophisticated design because I have never come close to whistling like my grandad could.  I began feeling sad for this man because here he was in the twilight of his life wiping up coffee drips.  Not that it’s a bad job but it seemed to me that he shouldn’t be working at all.  It’s easy to admire this generation because of all they have been through.  They are known as “The Greatest Generation” because of their experiences with World Wars, The Great Depression (even worse than our current oil crisis) and making due with however little life dealt them.  They are an amazing breed of people who make up for their lack of deodorant with a flare for colorful clothing.  Embroidered hearts and suspenders with jeans are a trademark.  Today’s fashion is a bit more provocative.  Swap the embroidered hearts for sayings like “juicy”and “hottie.”  Then place those slogans on the rear end of tight pants.  You get the point.  This Greatest Generation have bruises and veins that seem to have stories to tell.  Stories of struggle, perseverance and pride.  They are to be honored and celebrated.  The Greatest Generation by Tom Brokaw is a great testament to this idea.  It’s this well intended introduction that leads me to my controversial point.  If you visit a community pool on a regular basis you will likely appreciate my concern.  It pains me to say it but…The Greatest Generation has the WORST BODIES!  I know this first hand because I frequent a community aquatics center that is literally teeming with senior citizens.  Stripped down, completely, totally and utterly nude senior citizens.  It’s definitely a generational thing.  Public showers are to the Greatest Generation what ipods are to Gen X & Y.  They MUST use them.  They are compelled to.  When swim trunks will do, they opt for stark nudity.  You know the bank of showers that you’ll find in the average locker room?  That’s where you will find them.  Forget the showers featuring curtains or partitions.  Nope, they choose the wide open spaces.  Good long showers that leads to a great deal of lather and body fold inspection.  We all know the graphic reality of a thorough wash up but we usually reserve that for the privacy of our home.  Alone.  No innocent bystanders to traumatize.  This generation seems to be as comfortable waltzing nude across the entire locker room as they are complaining about the poor quality food they “just paid $4 dollars for at the Golden Spork Buffet.”  Their spider veins, mole clusters & oozing hair sprouts are all the armor they wear in these situations.  It’s the complete and utter nudity that is the issue here.  Proctologists have dealt with less graphic scenarios.  Even the walk to their locker is done in the buck.  I’m not sure they even own towels.  To be totally honest?  I am insanely jealous.  It’s not for the thrill and it’s not anything sexual.  It’s simply the greatest generation doing something they do naturally.  Very naturally.