Proving that it's never too late in life to have new experiences, my great uncle, who is in his late 70s, attended his first rock concert last weekend. And today, I read this amusing anecdote in The New York Times' Metropolitan Diary section:
Recently, I was at the City Bakery enjoying a bowl of oatmeal. Soon two women of my vintage (silver-haired, slowish of step, sensibly shod) sat down next to me.
I’m not sure what I expected of their conversation: perhaps an anecdote concerning a grandchild, or the results of a recent bridge game.
Instead, one said to the other, with great enthusiasm, “So how was the Beyoncé concert?” [The New York Times]I can only hope that when I'm "silver-haired" and "slowish of step" that I'm having conversations like this.
Yes! Let's make a pact now to see current performers when we are silver-haired... even if those silver hairs might be covered in hair color. It still counts
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