THE CHRONOCORPS: Those Daring Young Men In Their Flying Machines

Kip Lowry! Ace Bravo! Dash Thoroughgood! Their names and countless others echo through the ages - quite literally - as the time-travelling flying aces of the Chronocorps!

Young pilots selected for their bravery, flying skill, and innate sense of timing go through training and are matched up with a chronoplane - a specially equipped flying machine, often built as a single-propeller biplane, capable of travelling not only through the air, but through the Time Vortex itself! Their daring feats in the service of the Grand Republic do more to preserve our way of life than we may ever know!

And indeed, they face more risk than we may ever know as well, for the Vortex acts as a conduit not only between NOW and THEN, but also between HERE and THERE - and "there" is not always located in our own reality! These dashing and gallant adventurers brave the dangers of parallel dimensions and untold aeons past and future to protect us from threats to the chronological order that could destroy life as we know it!

sociology

I've never been happy with the labels "Generation X" and "Generation Y," mainly because I fit into both and neither.  Generation X is people like my sister, who grew up during the 80s and all that, and Generation Y is kids younger than me, who've never known a world without the Internet.  I remember the Cold War; I remember the fall of the Berlin Wall; I remember a time when internet access was restricted to geeks with the money to build a machine that could access it, and I've watched technology become increasingly more available to the point where when I think about it it's really kind of mind-boggling. 

I think people in my age range, the people who are in their mid-20s right now, fit into our own generation - a generation that's actually pretty similar to the people who were too young to fight in World War 2, but too old to be Baby Boomers. 

A quote from TIME magazine editor Gerald Clarke, who was 32 in 1970:

"We are renters still, taking as our own the values of both old and young—and not thoroughly comfortable with either. Many of us now feel quite at ease with pot, rock and permissive sex; many of us reject the youth culture categorically. Most of us, however, occupy the unhappy position of being undecided: we want to enjoy, but deep down in our pre-Spock psyches, we feel we shouldn't. We puff marijuana at parties when we would be happier with Scotch or gin; we don bellbottoms when we would rather be in tweeds; we jump into affairs when we would rather be at home in bed—asleep. The visible result often is a compromise: the staid Wall Street lawyer, in vest, rep tie and cuffed trousers in the daytime, who turns Bloomingdale hippie in the evening, donning tie-dyed pants and tank top to weed the garden."

I think that description - adjusted for the time period - fits me and a lot of people I know very well.

I'm not sure where I'm going with this thought, it's just thinking aloud, really.