Sunday, February 6, 2011



Yesterday Chuck and I went to get haircuts. There is a Senior Citizens place right down the road, and a young girl named Chastidy ( Yes, I spelled it right--Chastidy) cuts all of us old folks’ hair. When we walked in, there was a young girl sitting there chatting with Chastidy. I figured out she was a friend and was just in there to chat. The next thing I knew, a wonderful Michael Jackson tune came on the radio, and I said “I just love this song. I loved to watch him dance.” I told them I loved to see Usher, Chris Brown, Savion Glover, Gregory Hines (my favorite) loved--loved--loved to see them dance. Chastidy's friend (I would guess she is about 29) said, “I have Usher’s new CD in my car now”. Chastidy said “I have his new CD in my car too”. I said, “Well, I have his new CD in my car too.” They both burst out laughing. I said, “No, I really do have his new CD in my car”. Of course, neither one believed me, so I had to do what any honorable, Over The Hill, old person would do: I started singing my favorite song on the CD. They could have heard me ten doors down from there! "There goes my baby..................................".

Why do young people think we turn senile after 30 ? Our old ears can still hear music, dammit. I also have Corrine Baily Rae, John Legend, and Wayman Tidsdale in my car. Also, they don’t believe that the Rolling Stones, Aerosmith, and the Eagles belong to US. They can get their own stars and leave our our old ones alone! Well, I feel better now.

1 comment:

Mona Lisa said...

OK, Patty, who is Wayman Tidsdale?