Today I had an awkward realization. It happened while I was sitting in the turn lane on Main at 45th waiting for the light to change. It was then that I looked in the rear view mirror and saw the woman in the car behind me.
The woman was a well-coiffed, seemingly innocuous white-haired older woman – maybe 15 years or so my senior. This lovely woman was clearly having a rocking musical experience in the confines of her car. Seeing her like this brought about an instant smile on my face. I have never had the occasion to see someone like her rocking out like that at a stop light.
Then it hit me – she is me – I am her. Well, at least I am her to younger folks who look in their rear view mirror and see me rocking out at the stop light. Oh dear.
It was a powerful realization. But it won’t change the fact that I rock out in my car at stop lights. What it will do is help me to better understand why younger folks in front of me are looking in their rear view mirrors and smiling. The beat goes on…no matter how old you get.
Day one thousand five hundred and thirty-eight of the new forty – obla di obla da