I think many young adults in their twenties depend a lot more on their parents than they would like, because
of the economy. Amazing how hard some of them work, sometimes living packed into an apartment with a
number of others. The Vietnam veterans didn't have an easy time, but if we survived, there were some
options when we got back, maybe not the jobs we wanted, but jobs, anyway. When I finished school the
second time, I took a job just to join the middle class, and worried about actually using my degrees later,
which I finally did. But I sure got tired of living in barracks, a ship, a welfare hotel (on a housing allowance),
and a studio apartment (like a 1940 motel unit). I felt more like a citizen of the third world. Some of my
cousins owned houses while I had yet to live in a residence with a kitchen. I think it is more fun in memory
than it was at the time.