Education
The Sandstorm: Cultural Chaos and Our Kids
June 2, 2026
Born in 1947, I was a baby boomer and fortunate to grow up in the 1950s. I was raised in a traditional two-parent home in Queens, a residential part of New York City. I could walk out the front door of my garden apartment and be surrounded by many boys my age. I had a typical childhood for that time, playing football without a helmet, wrestling with friends, and staying out without parental supervision until it grew dark. In school, I learned the ABCs, the 1, 2, 3s, and unbiased American history.
