I'm in that "pushing 60" phase, though I try not to push too hard. Talking to my brother today and he says "I'm so glad I grew up when I did." I feel the same way, although both of us are not "successful" boomers.
A young person I know mentioned he visited the grave of Robert Chapman, the only baseball player who died after incurring a skull fracture from a pitch. At the Polo Grounds.
And I said to him--you should see this great documentary of the Polo Grounds "Requiem for an Arena."
Trouble is, it doesn't exist anymore. There is audio:
And just today I realized Howard Cosell produced it.
He was a person who could be endlessly parodied. I had been watching a football game he was broadcasting, where a player died. (early 70's) Some comedian did an imitation of him broadcasting the funeral--something along the lines of "Look at the distraught widow.."
And props to him for announcing John Lennon's death on Monday Night Football.
I'm glad I grew up when I did because I saw Requiem for an Arena, and I realize what we have lost.