You're One of Us, Aren't You?"

These folks were sitting behind me yesterday at the Bernie Sanders rally in Sacramento. Taking note of my advanced age, they asked, "You're one of us, aren't you?"

I explained that (to Gabriel's immense Millennial amusement) that I prefer not to self-identify as a Boomer, but prefer to belong to the late Boomers (called Generation Jones, a fact that Kendra helpfully supplied), although I actually prefer to belong to the Disco Generation (and even there, I'm one or two years too old to pass comfortably).

Basically, I radiated the kind of sincerity associated with Donald Trump explaining his evolving position on abortion, and just confused them, poor souls.