(Mother's Day) Some of you were born in The Fifties. Eisenhower. The Cold War. Fallout shelters. Opportunity abounding. Hula Hoops. Drive-in movies. Ozzie and Harriet. These were The Fifties, an easily definable segment of time commencing January 1, 1950, ending as midnight closed the books on December 31, 1959.

Then, The Sixties. Another readily recognizable ten-year block of time. Vietnam. War protestors. Hippies. Assassinations. JFK. Dealey Plaza. Texas School Book Depository. Martin Luther King. Memphis. Robert Kennedy. Apollo 11. Neil and Buzz strolling on the lunar surface. These were The Sixties.

And so on. The Seventies. The Eighties. The Nineties. And then, a couple of years ago we hit the big triple zero. 2-0-0-0.

Now, I have a question. What will we call the decade between 20…