There Is A Generation (Kids of the Greatest Generation)

THERE IS A GENERATION by WH Buzzard is the first in a four book series satirizing Baby Boomers, the 1950's offspring of the Greatest Generation who grew into the 1960’s rebels that changed America forever. Best friends Tim and Hect happen upon an abandoned auto junkyard and switched from rabbit hunting to a game of “War” with their semi-automatic .22 caliber rifles. The fun abruptly ends, however, as a boyish prank goes badly awry. They decide to set fire to a pillbox bunker, actually an old deserted shack, and burn the enemy out. The boys fashion a Molotov cocktail from gas out of a wrecked truck and heave the bomb at the structure. The dry sun-baked wood bursts into flames faster than a pile of tumbleweeds. To their utter horror a fire-engulfed figure appears in a window of the shanty-inferno. Believing they just burned alive a hobo using the place for a shelter and fearing they will end up on a hot-seat called "Sparky," the popular nickname for the electric chair at Huntsville prison, the two flee into the desert. Now believing themselves fugitives from the law they must leave behind their self-centered lives of ease and carefree devilment. Neither could be less prepared to suffer hunger and thirst, merciless desert heat and life on the road, not to mention encountering con artists, wily street people, and never before imagined poverty and slums, plus the mean streets of what they thought to be "the wrong side of the tracks." Thus begin a series of adventures, or perhaps misadventures is a better description, through West Texas, New Mexico, and finally into Mexico itself where they are shanghaied into a training facility for anarchists called The Camp. Oh, my, what are those two into next?

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A willful, unmanageable teenager headed for destruction once asked an old man who'd taken an interest how to escape his unruly habits, his self-defeating behavior, and his inability to complete a task. "Do one thing every day for one hour you don't want to do for someone else," he replied. "In thirty days you'll learn self-control." Sure enough, doing what he said without fail worked. Self-discipline resulted.