I went to see the band Black Mountain last week.  They’re sort of a cross between Led Zeppelin and Fleetwood Mac, the kind of band that makes you realize how much you miss those great guitar riffs that used to be around.  Looking around the show, I  saw that most of the crowd were younger than me.          I turn 35 next week, and realized with a start that most folks my age were at home with their kids, getting a good nights sleep so they could be productive to save for the little angel’s college funds.    I’m at the age now where my straight peers and I are headed off in wildly different directions, I feel pretty lucky to have the freedom I have.  I don’t think my generation buys the myth of white picket fences anymore, but most pursue it because that’s all they know.  I dunno… but a walk through Walmart really does leave me feeling grateful for the fate handed me….