(Above: Mom showing me how the phonograph works, circa 1971.) My parents turn seventy this week. To be precise, my father does: my mother passed away before turning 59. In my family, you either live a very full life or a very short one. My grandmother (Dad's mom) also has a birthday today, and is … Continue reading How terribly strange to be seventy: Simon & Garfunkel, “Old Friends” (1968)
In which I explain that the music in my head won't stop, and I'm going to write about it.