There we were. A packed labor hall filled to bursting with determined activists. Sweating but un-stifled in the midsummer swelter, we'd come to topple a tyrant. Here was a raucous mix of aged beat hipsters, aging hippy boomers, hip Gen Xers and, and... where the heck are the kids?!? In this noble quest to combat tyranny, Gen Y is apparently as AWOL as, well, ol Dubya himself. To coin a phrase, what's up with that? Granted, it's a sunny Saturday afternoon in Seattle and hanging out with a bunch of be-sloganed fugitives from a Pete Seeger concert shoe-horned into an air conditionless un-wired AFL-CIO Temple of all places may seem as tired and anachronistic as the AFL-CIO is itself about to become. But, be that as it may, the average age had to be 45 or even 50 and the number of attendees south of 30 one could practically count on one's one hand. I was glancing around for a defibrillator unit just in case, I tell ya.
Strange.