I’m a baby boomer. We were born between 1946 and 1964, when everything was expanding in the victory hangover from World War II. The economy, science, manufacturing, the ’burbs, and tens of millions of women’s bellies swelled, as growth in everything American was the order of the day. Things were booming, so to speak.
We were the first generation to benefit from the advances in science and medicine that became universal access to immunizations against an encyclopedia of childhood diseases, some with profound lifetime effects, some fatal if untreated.
Doctors and nurses poked and dosed us endlessly as infants and children. Over 70 million of us survived that ordeal as relatively healthy adults. We weren’t allowed into school unless we could demonstrate that we had been immunized, securing ourselves and our classmates from infectious disease.
If there were any ill effects from these vaccines that are, by today’s standards, primitive in concept, manufacture and delivery, wouldn’t we have seen it by now?
We are 60 or older now, and we represent 35% of the population. We live next door to you; we greet you at Walmart; we’re behind you in the grocery line. Check us out. We didn’t turn out that bad.