**SPOILERS BELOW. If you have not read the story and want to be (hopefully) surprised, come back to this when you’re done.**
I love music.
I love loud music.
And I’m old.
I’m an old guy who loves loud music.
This has led me to wonder, as I sit at a stoplight with my subwoofers rattling my car and the mid-range and tweeters fighting for a voice, if it’s me those kids in the next lane over are laughing at. And if they are? I don’t care. That’s also one of the benefits of being old. 🙂 The only time I tend to turn things down is if a police car is around and I worry its driver feels like issuing a noise pollution ticket. Admittedly, some of the music I listen to qualifies…
This whole notion sent me down a line of questions of whether or not I’d be doing the same thing well into my 70s and 80s and if age-related physical impediments would put a damper on things. Some things are inevitable, but I think that for the most part, we can be as mentally young as we wanna be.
Here’s the general scratch file:
- Swang Song scratch file
And the daily journal entries:
- Monday, June 18th
- Tuesday, June 19th
- Wednesday, June 20th – Skipped
- Thursday, June 21st
- Friday, June 22nd