I am a Baby Boomer, one of seventy-six million Americans born between the years 1946 and 1964. I was fifteen when the Beatles performed on the Ed Sullivan Show in February of 64 and I was in the audience for their concert at Shea Stadium in August of 65. By that time, every boy my age wore his hair in mop top fashion, bought a pair of Beatle boots and taught himself how to play guitar. The dream was to start a Rock and Roll band, impress all the neighborhood girls, and become rich and famous. And so, it was with my friends and I in the Throggs Neck Project in the Bronx, New York.