I talked recently with a 20-something and during our lunch he mentioned how some teachers often told war stories, sometimes literally, about their time as young journalists. Is that a baby boomer pre-occupation — that we illustrate any point with a story from our youth — when I was a kid, when I was in college, when I started in this business, when I was single, when my kid was born, etc.? Is the only difference between us and our parents that we know better than to address teens and 20-somethings as “son”? I wonder, since, I know in my case, I do fall back on telling stories from my “hey days” — memories of successes and excesses, in work and in life. Are these young people silently rolling their eyes, wondering if my boomer memories from long ago have any relevance? Perhaps not, but still, I ask, why do I/we do it? I do know that I hope the stories help, but, yes, many are great memories and it’s fun to say them out loud, especially to a person who hasn’t heard them rather than a pal from long ago.