Are We There Yet?

A one-man, live comedy theatre show of stories, standup, video, and music reliving the boomer generation's amazing trip from Hi-Fi to Wi-Fi, from the ERA to the AARP, from "Hell no, we won't go!" to "Where the hell did my Ginkgo Biloba go?"  

The baby boomer generation was born to rebel and they set out to reinvent every aspect of their life. When their journey turned to raising babies of their own, they seemed to stray from their revolutionary path. Now that boomers face a challenging final third of their lives, willthey embrace their rebel soul and reinvent what it means to age?
Where we came from. Where we are. Where we go now. Are we there yet? I have news for you… no, I have history for you, you are rebels. “Age gracefully?” Never happen. It’ll be more like, “Age rebelliously.”

Are We There Yet? is a comedy journey with a California comedian through the past sixty years and the crossing into the next thirty – on the voyage of the baby boomer generation, from HiFi to WiFi, through hot pants to hot flashes, from the ERA to the AARP, from “Hell no, we won’t go!” to “Where the hell did my Ginkgo Biloba go?”

This is a comedy show for anyone born between 1946 and 1964 or who knows someone of this amazing generation. Boomers!… born to make a difference.

The mission of this comedy show is to remind my generation of what they’ve done and how they did it when their innovation and creativity and freedom of expression was everything. Who we were. Who we are. How we got here. Where we go now.

Baby boomers are antiauthoritarian, idealistic, innovative and self-empowered. As I studied the history of our cohort I realized that my life has played out on the transition points of the boomer timeline; from the first time I dropped a nickel in a table top jukebox to listen to Elvis to being the opening act for Ringo Starr and his All Starr Band, from hitch hiking to Haight Ashbury in the summer of 1967 to flying to Amsterdam to do comedy shows in the summer of 2010, from dropping pennies in my piggy bank like my mother suggested to “save for a rainy day” to realizing that the word “retirement” has passed into history. I grew up with the daughters of Rosie The Riveter, 40 million women who fought for more freedom than June Cleaver could ever have imagined. I have lived the transition points on the baby boomer timeline, I’m as baby boomer as it gets. And now that my baby boomer cohort faces the last third of this amazing journey, given all we wanted to change, are we there yet?