Pat Boone and the Boomers

Hubby and I were shopping for essentials in Rite Aid the other day, when an old Pat Boone song, Moody River, came on the radio. Rite Aid, like many stores, plays the oldies because they know there are people like us shopping and want us to have a pleasurable experience. They know modern music would send us screaming out into the parking lot holding our ears. And what better epitomizes the fifties than Moody River, with lyrics like          'Moody River, your muddy water
                                Took my baby's life'
We loved those tragedy songs, and can name them instantly and sing most of the words. It takes us back.

All in all, it's a great time to be a Boomer. The world is our oyster. There are more of us than ever before, and everyone wants our business. There are special boomer cell phones with large numbers, easy-to-learn computers, cheap Internet providers, antique stores, car cruises, campgrounds, and diners springing up on every corner. There are car phones that talk to us, late-night radio shows, and cable channels like Lifetime, Hallmark, and Inspiration featuring shows from a kinder, gentler era.

Eat your hearts out, kids.

Next week begins the third year of my blog. There have been a lot of changes in my life since this started. For one thing, two new babies have arrived in the family, and, I suspect there will be more. Hubby and I have changed and mellowed, and learned and done things I never expected. I have a journal, and a new pen habit I'm trying to curb, and the medicine cabinet is filling up with vitamins. And so it goes.

Signs that make me scratch my head:
This one advertising a spaghetti dinner given by Knights of Columbus:
                           YOU WON'T GO AWAY HUNGARY
(Hey, what did Hungary ever do to you?)
And this one, at Dairy Queen, which is about to close for the winter:
                            LAST WEEK
                            HOURS 2-8
(Fine, but what about this week?)

Among the stack of books on my nightstand waiting to be read: Marcia Clark: Her Private Trials and Public Triumphs, (the O.J. Simpson trial), Driving Blind, by Ray Bradbury, (my favorite Sci-Fi writer), Relic, by Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child, Don't Sing at the Table, by Adriana Trigiani (author of Big Stone Gap, and one of my favorites), and John Irving's Last Night in Twisted River. Good stuff.

Have a great week!