Pizzey's Perch

While on an ear­ly morn­ing pad­dle this week I watched a pair of young white-tailed deer lock antlers and shove each oth­er, prac­tis­ing for the upcom­ing strug­gle to find a mate. It made me glad I’m not a deer. In the ran­dom way that thoughts progress, it also brought to mind the ques­tion of whether “boomers” (like me) have had it bet­ter than sub­se­quent generations.… Read the rest