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I hate it when people cut in line.

That's the sense I get when I see long lines of people waiting to get H1N1 flu vaccines and some of those people in line are older folks.

They shouldn't be in line to begin with, at least not yet.

In an odd twist, the H1N1 is a flu that doesn't seem to affect older people as badly as it does younger people. During normal seasonal flu the older folks are right up there, as well they should, to get their vaccines.

But the Center for Disease Control and Prevention and other health professionals are advising older people to make way for the folks who are most at risk for H1N1:
  • Pregnant women,
  • People who live with or care for children younger than 6 months of age,
  • Healthcare and emergency medical services personnel,
  • Persons between the ages of 6 months and 24 years old.

According to the CDC, people ages of 25 through 64 years of age -- and that includes us Baby Boomers -- aren't a priority for the vaccine unless we are at higher risk because of chronic health disorders or compromised immune systems. That's something your doctor would advise you about.

Read the CDC's Q&A here.

It's women (specifically pregnant women) and children first, just as it was going for the life rafts on the Titanic.

I can't help but seethe when I watch television coverage of this H1N1 outbreak. I'm ticked off that the vaccine suppliers overpromised when the vaccine would be ready and how much of it would be available. It breaks my heart to hear that there isn't enough yet to go around and kids are becoming infected and some are dying.

And I really get ticked off when I see the reports and the long lines and the older man or woman who's being interviewed about how they couldn't get the H1N1 vaccine because they ran out.

"You shouldn't be in line to begin with!" I yell at the television.

I was heartened by one report that showed an older guy who had given up his spot in line to a pregnant woman. Great, I thought, but you still shouldn't have been in that line.

I talked to my doctor about my risk. Low, he said. Just follow good hygiene practices, he advised.

So I try to make an effort to cough and sneeze into my elbow. Those who know me know I sneeze a lot, so I'm getting well practiced at crooking my elbow to my mouth every time a sneeze comes on. I try to wash my hands frequently. I have hand sanitizing wipes and gels at the ready at home and at the gym where I work out most every day.

We can't be selfish about this. My nieces and nephews need the vaccines first. My daughter who's in health care in a large hospital needs the vaccines first.
 
I can wait. You can wait. We can get at the back of the line.

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Added: October 30, 2009
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So my driver's license came up for renewal this month, and I faced the decision of having to face up to my growing gray, or hang on to as much of my youth as I possibly can.
 
I chose the latter.
 
Not that I'm ashamed of my growing mass of gray hair. 
 
I had the chance to embrace my inner Baby Boomer -- the wise, introspective one who is ready to embrace aging as just another step in the journey.
 
But I chose to embrace my outer Boomer instead -- the one who looks back at me in the mirror each morning and says, "No way in hell you're about to turn 56."
 
I had filled out my license renewal application and waited in an interminable line at the Registry of Motor Vehicles. Question: Why are motor vehicle departments everywhere so notorious for long lines and frequent poor service? Who, in this case, thought it was a good idea with a line snaking out the door to have two people on break, leaving one woman to process?
 
In the area of the renewal that asked for my hair color I tried to be as accurate as possible and wrote "black/gray."
 
As the clerk -- who was very patient, by the way, given the circumstances of the long line -- checked through my renewal she said, "Pick one."
 
"Pick one what?"
 
"A hair color ... you can't be both."
 
So I picked black, which is the predominant color ... pretty much, sort of.
 
Completing the rest of my renewal, she told me the story of the guy who put his hair color down as "bald."
 
She told him to pick a color. "But I'm bald," he implored. "So pick the color before you were bald," she told him.
 
Our exchange about black vs. gray is symptomatic of the cultural tug of war between how society sees Baby Boomers and how we see ourselves.
 
Society, it seems, wants us to shut-up already and move out of the way. Get old and make room, they say.
 
But the Baby Boomers are trying to redefine aging by defying it. We may look like we're aging, we say, but we won't act it. Which is why we'll continue to do some of the crazy **** things we've always done, or maybe even try some crazy **** things we've never done.
 
And if that means telling the registry clerk that we have black hair as long as there's a single strand of black hair left, then so be it.
 
I'll have plenty of time to be gray.

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Added: June 14, 2009
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Baby Boomers are signing up for Facebook, but they aren't sticking around.
 
The reason?
 
In my opinion it's just too difficult to navigate for users who don't have much online dexterity; that generally applies to users 55 and older.
 
The interface is not very intuitive. There's no logical navigation to get from Point A to Point B and back again to Point A. You can find yourself on a friend's page, for example, but not know how to get back to your own page.
 
New users don't understand what it means to write on someone's wall. How is it that someone I don't know at all comes up as being a potential friend? What's the difference between what's in my Home listings and what comes up when I click on my name? And what's the difference between Write a Comment and Write a Note?
 
There's nothing that explains the ins and outs of what's what.
 
The new report from InsideFacebook.com says that overall use of the social network site is growing, but that older users are walking away.
 
Says the report: "the number of active users over 55 actually decreased by over 650,000 during this period. In other words, users over 55 who joined the site earlier this year haven’t been coming back as much in April and May, even though the number of active users in every other age bracket has gone up. Maybe older users are still getting acclimated to how to use Facebook’s real-time stream to share information with friends and family."
 
According to InsideFacebook, the site now reaches 60.4 million Americans every month. Users 18-25 still represent 33 percent of that number, but the majority of Americans on Facebook are over 25. In fact, nearly a third are now over 35. And women still represent the majority of users on Facebook, 56 percent to 44 percent over men, and there are more women than men on Facebook in every age bracket. 
 
A good portion of older users probably arrive at Facebook at the invitation of younger family members who see it as a simple way to share updates, photos and the like.
 
But it's easy to get lost -- and confused -- in the minutiae. What is it with all these quizzes? Do I really want to know what "Wizard of Oz" character I am? And groups you can join? And flowers and cups of coffee and other stuff that you can send?
 
As one contributor to the comments section of the report pointed out: "I don’t see where there is a 'help' or 'set of rules how to work' area…I probably won’t stay around too long on Facebook."
 
Personally, I'm there on Facebook, but I don't consider myself a power user by any means. I don't take the silly quizzes or join the odd groups or send virtual flowers. If it's important enough to send flowers I'll send real flowers.
 
I mostly watch and listen to the posted chatter around me, comment when appropriate, just as the sage Baby Boomer should.
 
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Added: May 30, 2009
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Like a lot of Baby Boomer parents, I sat through a college commencement this week. We watched with nostalgia and amazement that the son or daughter who was just learning to drive the day before yesterday (or so it seemed) is suddenly picking up a college diploma.
 
It's great when the graduation speaker offers specific advice to the graduates. It's even better when a graduate is able to take the specific advice of the speaker. 
 
So it is with my son David, who graduated from Boston College. 
 
His commencement speaker -- documentary filmmaker Ken Burns -- talked specifically about the kinds of things the graduates should make an effort to do. 
 
"Travel," Burns said at one point in his remarks. "Don't get stuck in one place. Stand on the rim of the Grand Canyon, and go to Yellowstone and Yosemite. After all, you own them. Whatever you do, walk over the Brooklyn Bridge. Listen to jazz music, the only art form created by Americans, and a daily proof that that exceptionalism, no matter what the pundits say, is alive and well." 
 
David plans to stand on the rim of the Grand Canyon, and go to Yellowstone and Yosemite as part of a six-week, cross-country trip that started this week. 
 
David is the second of my two children. In the process of preparing to graduate (a process that always involves the parents) he was also in the process of preparing for his trip (also a process that involves the parents).
 
So I guess I can be forgiven if I've been a little distracted with both the preparation to graduate and the preparation for the trip. Now that he's on the road, I am at once anxious and jealous. I'm anxious for the obvious reasons of just being a parent, having him and his two traveling buddies out there somewhere; jealous because I'd love to be along for the ride.
 
It's actually a ride I took with David's mother in the 1970s. We saw the same sites that David will see, but I hope for him that he'll see and experience much more of the road.
 
It's great that David is driven by a similar wunderlust I found when I was itching to travel. For me it was driven by the best known of the road books -- "On the Road" by Jack Kerouac, but more so by the lesser known "Travels with Charley" by John Steinbeck.
 
It'll be different for David. For one, if he chooses, he can be in touch through texts, or cell phone calls, or emails. My parents, according to what my Mom said recently, had no clue where I was during my trip in the '70s. Like we did, he'll have trip maps from the American Automobile Association, but unlike us he'll also have a GPS.
 
If he is in touch and tells me where they are, I'll be able to remember as he visits the waterfront in Seattle and eats the alder-smoked fish. I'll be able to see in my mind's eye the natural stone arches at Arches National Park in Utah. I'll remember the hike into the site of the Mesa Verde cliff dwellings in Colorado.
 
I'll be a little distracted in worrying that he and his buds are safe. That the 2002 Mazda sedan he is borrowing from me will hold up to the rigors of the road. That they'll be responsible, make the right choices. That they'll have a great time and assemble memories for a lifetime.
 
I'll be distracted because I'll be thinking of standing on the rim of the Grand Canyon.
 
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Added: May 23, 2009
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BOOMER ANGST
By Paul Briand

I'll tell you a story about my own health insurance to underscore why I think it's important for President Barack Obama, his policy makers and Congress find some common ground to fix it.
 
First off, I don't have the kind of health concerns that keep me and my family up at night. No cancer. No heart problems. No diabetes.
 
I'm an aging Baby Boomer who's in good health but with some medical issues that test the efficiency of this nation's health care system and test my patience.
 
Since my retirement, I've been on my wife's health plan. It's a so-so plan through her employer ... not as good as the coverage I had when I was working, but not as bad as having nothing.
 
The plan has a deductible of $500 and it requires a co-insurance of 20 percent up to a maximum of $3,000 per year. That means that my out-of-pocket expense can be $1,100 a year ... and that's on top of co-pays of $20 per visit and on top of cash out of pocket for any care that the insurance company just won't cover.
 
By giving its employees a so-so plan, the employer saves money. It's expensive to give employees a real good plan.
 
Again, it's better than having no insurance at all, but frustrating nevertheless: To have insurance, but to have insurance that requires a lot of cash on my part.
 
And a lot of effort on my part to manage.
 
I had a test done in a local hospital in December 2008, ordered by my primary care physician. The data from the test required the interpretation of a specialist. The specialist went through the data, then made a report to me and my doctor.
 
Everybody then made their submissions to the health insurance company -- the hospital, my primary doctor and the specialist. The health insurance covered the test, but I still started writing checks -- toward the $500 deductible, toward the 20 percent co-pay, etc.
 
Even though they covered the test, they rejected the specialist's bill.
 
So now I'm on the phone to the health insurance company: Why was this bill rejected when the procedure was covered? We need more information, I was told. What exactly do you need? Patient history and physical, I was told.
 
And then I'm on the phone to the specialist: Do you have the information that the insurance company needs? No, I'm told.
 
And then I'm on the phone to my doctor: The specialist doesn't have this information, do you have it?
 
Yes, the doctor has the information but won't fax it to the insurance company for me. I have to do it. We'll mail you the information, I'm told, then you can send it to the insurance company. I get the information five days later -- my patient history, my physical. I read it all. I love my doctor, but it's true -- they have lousy handwriting (though I shouldn't be one to talk).
 
And then I call the insurance company about where to mail the information: Make sure you send it to the attention of Medical Review, I'm told when given the address.
 
Ten days later, I'm still waiting to hear about the claim. Meanwhile, the bill from the specialist is past due. And I'm waiting, trying to be a patient patient. And I'm hoping he'll wait too, that he'll be a patient doctor and not put me into collection.
 
The point is that updating the nation's health care system, getting patient records online would help this situation. The military will be the first to get electronic health records, according to an announcement earlier this month.
 
It won't cure the out-of-pocket expenses that I think are too steep in lousy health plans like mine. But the ability of my insurance company to access my records online would have saved everyone the time, inefficiency and aggravation of having to chase them down.
 
The hope is that the efficiency drives down some costs.
 
As I said, this example isn't anything major. It's just symptomatic of a much bigger problem out there that the politicians have to fix once and for all.
 
Added: April 24, 2009
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BOOMER ANGST
By Paul Briand
 

Like most Americans I don't live by my plastic credit card anymore. I do leave home without it.

 
Debt is a big buzzword these days, and everyone is looking to reduce their personal debt as jobs and money get tighter.
 
So, while I pay down my credit cards, I don't use them when I shop anymore.
 
I still rely on plastic but it's my debit card, which draws cash right from my checking account. That means if I can't afford it, if I don't have the cash to cover it, I don't buy it.
 
Pay as you go.
 
Carrying the debit card has become a lot easier than worrying about how much cash I might be carrying in my pocket. Swipe the card, enter the pin number and you're done.
 
Everywhere I go these days I assume I don't need cash.
 
So my wife Jane and I had the interesting experience the other day when we went to lunch on a beautiful sunny, warm day last weekend in downtown Portsmouth.
 
We ordered food from a bakery/cafe and when Jane went to pay with her debit card it was politely refused. Cash only, we were told.
 
Cash only? What I throwback, I thought. What an inconvenience, I then thought.
 
So I stayed behind as collateral in case Jane didn't come back while she went across the street to withdraw cash from a nearby ATM. She did come back, I didn't have to wash dishes, and we had a lovely lunch.
 
Ironically, the owner said she'd take check, which I found even more odd. I haven't carried a checkbook around for years.
 
It just goes to show that convenience can become an occasional inconvenience.
 
Of course all that convenience depends on one small matter ... that I remember my pin numbe
Added: March 15, 2009
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From Examiner.com, by Paul Briand
 

The graying of the American workforce as Baby Boomers age has corporations across America worrying about the brain drain when these experienced workers retire.

The trend holds no greater example these days than Chesley B. "Sully" Sullenberger III, who skillfully glided a crippled aircraft into the Hudson River on Thursday afternoon when he couldn't make a nearby airport, saving the lives of all 155 people on board.

Sullenberger is 57 years old, born in the heart of the Baby Boomer generation.

A lot of things went right that morning, but Sullenberger's experience and composure are being hailed as primary reasons why he was able to handle the emergency of landing his US Airways jetliner after its twin engines were crippled by bird strikes shortly after lifting off from New York's LaGuardia Airport.

Under the old rules governing airline pilots, Sullenberger would have had to retire in three years, like it or not, ready to retire or not. But, after battling the mandatory retirement since the 1950s, the pilots' association won federal approval in late 2007 to increase the mandatory retirement age to 65.

One thing the pilots have always said: Don't take their experience out of the cockpit.

Described as a "pilot's pilot" by his wife, Sullenberger's experience includes graduating from the U.S. Air Force Academy, the top aviator of his graduating class of 1973. He flew F-4 Phantom jet fighters during his tour with the Air Force, and he became a commercial pilot for US Airways in 1980.

A psychology major at the academy it's interesting to note that he combined his passion for flying and interest in psychology to run a safety-consulting firm in addition to flying commercial aircraft. He had been studying the psychology of keeping airline crews functioning even in the face of crisis.

In December in Examiner.com I examined the leadership vacuum of retiring Baby Boomers.

It's noteworthy to recall statistics from an "emotional intelligence" survey by TalentSmart of Baby Boomer workers vs. Millennials and Generation Xers.

"When we looked at each of the four core EQ skills separately a huge gap emerged between Boomers and Millennials in self-management. When it comes to managing their emotions, Baby Boomers reign supreme," said the study.

"Essentially, they are much less prone to fly off the handle when things don’t go their way than are the younger generations."

There is a sense by some that Boomers need to get out of the way to create opportunity for younger workers. People like Sullenberger can help Boomers reply, "Not so fast."

After he emerges from seclusion after talking with with crash investigators, don't be surprised to see Sullenberger emerge as part of Barack Obama's inauguration celebrations or as part of his State of the Union speech, likely in early February.

He'll definitely get more than his 15 minutes of fame.

 

Added: January 18, 2009
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BOOMER ANGST
By Paul Briand

I shouldn't complain. I have health care. And I realize I'm fortunate and I'm grateful.

According to the National Coalition on Health Care statistics:


-- Nearly 46 million Americans, or 18 percent of the population under the age of 65, were without health insurance in 2007, the latest government data available;

-- The number of uninsured rose 2.2 million between 2005 and 2006 and has increased by almost 8 million people since 2000.

But my issue is that my health care stinks.

I went from a pretty good plan when I was working to a pretty crummy plan through my wife when I retired. And going from a good plan to a crummy plan has been a blow to my wallet and, perhaps long term, a blow to my health as I begin to make decisions where cost of treatment trumps need for treatment.

For those fortunate enough to have had health insurance over the years, we've seen its character change, and not for the better.

First with HMOs then PPOs, the alphabet soup of health care for those fortunate enough to have health care has not changed for the better. If you never see a doctor, it's not such a big deal, but if you have some recurring health issues, which I did in 2008, it hits you wear it hurts ... in the wallet.

Co-pays of $5 to see the doctor became $10, then $20, now $40. Insurance companies are devising ways for the insured to spend more out of pocket for their care. Besides the higher co-pays, there are deductibles you have to pay: $500 a year or more. And there is co-insurance. For certain medical treatment you have to pay 20 percent co-insurance of up to $3,000 per year.

For example, if you have a lab procedure that costs $1,978 your out of pocket expense will be $565.19 -- $111.99 toward your $500 a year deductible and $453.20 toward your 20 percent co-insurance. It's like paying for insurance that I'm already paying for. If you maximize the deductible and co-insurance it can amount to $3,500 a year out of pocket.

As a result of all of this, I am much more challenging to my doctor and his recommendations for certain tests or care. That's a good thing, to be more proactive about one's health care. But not at the expense of your health.

Then there's the whole issue of prescription medication. The co-pays there have jumped too.

You have to give an outfit like Wal-Mart props for stepping up, seeking to help curb the growing cost of prescription medicine by offering a slew of generics for a very affordable price. I switched from a name brand cholesterol medication to a generic at Wal-Mart because the price difference was remarkable.

It just seems odd to me that a retail concern is more out front on this issue than our government.

There's a lot on the plate of incoming president Barak Obama, and health care is a priority. I hope he makes it a priority priority.

Added: January 11, 2009
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BOOMER ANGST
By Paul Briand

The winter solstice can be seen as either a glass that's half empty or a glass that's half full.

The solstice on Dec. 21 marked the change from fall to winter. Here in northern New England it was quite a change with a severe ice storm, and a snow storm, then another snow storm following each other in quick succession over the course of 10 days.

This official start to winter tends to give some folks a dim view of what seems like a long winter slog toward spring. They don't like the cold, snow and ice. And the fact that we lost daylight saving time means most people are commuting home from work in the dark. Even the term "fall back" gives the impression that we've retreated, that the future is a glass half empty.

But here's the reason I come down on the side of half full. The days are getting longer.

I think most people lose sight of that piece of good news because that ever-so-gradual improvement gets lost in the more overwhelming consequences of winter. And this winter can give the impression of being especially dark -- the economy sucks, the job market sucks, the weather can be brutal on the psyche.

Here are a few bright spots that I'll keep in mind as we add more sunlight, about a minute a day from Dec. 21, when the sun set at 4:12 p.m.:

Inauguration Day
On Jan. 20, the sun will set at 4:41 p.m. and Barack Obama will have been sworn in as the 44th president. It is a bright spot of politics after eight years of darkness. I take the half-full view that Obama's promise of change and hope won't be lost in the history of political rhetoric.

Baseball's spring training
Red Sox pitchers and catchers report for spring training in Ft. Myers, Fla., on Feb. 16. The sun will set that day at 5:16 p.m.

Daylight Savings

We'll "spring forward" -- now doesn't that sound more optimistic? -- on Sunday, March 8. The sun sets at 6:42 p.m. that day.

May graduation
My son graduates from Boston College on Monday, May 18.The sun sets at 8:04 p.m.

Each of those events -- and certainly more along the way -- will help keep my glass half full as I make my way through the long winter months. In order to winter well around here you need a correctly filled glass.

Added: December 28, 2008
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BOOMER ANGST
By Paul Briand

I am on my annual Scavenger Hunt, and it has one item on the list -- the Christmas Spirit.

Every year I am in search, actively and passively, of The Moment that I feel the spirit of the holiday. Perhaps I'm wrong to go looking for it, or even expect that it will come to me. But I do.

Often, when The Moment arrives it involves music.

Several years ago, it was during mass on Christmas Eve, while one of the carols was being sung. The woman behind me sang in beautiful harmony to the choir members on the risers at the front of the church. Last year it again involved hearing a rehearsal of Handel's "Messiah," but with my son in a church in London where he spent a semester.

I think of the spirit of Christmas and I think of the expectation and excitement of small children.

These days, however, the spiritual, magical part of Christmas is easily pushed aside by the commerce, chaos part of Christmas. The seasonal drumbeat of advertising and marketing seems to start earlier and earlier. The worse the country's economy, the earlier the drumbeat starts ... before Halloween this year. It's become like the presidential campaign: it starts too early, it lasts too long, it focuses too heavily on all the wrong things.

I made my obligatory trip to the mall, thinking I'd get in during the work week when no one else would be there. Silly me ... the place was packed with kids and parents trying to escape their homes that had no power or heat because of the severe ice storm that hit the area last week. I thought my head was going to explode. That certainly wasn't The Moment. It was more like The Wrong Moment.

I'm still on the hunt.

Have you had a Moment yet? Do you expect one, need one? Let me know by replying in the comments.

Added: December 20, 2008
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