I don’t feel all that old old, but I guess I am.
So, then, must this guy be old. Ringo Starr turns 75 next Tuesday. You remember him, yes? He used to play drums with The Beatles — and surely you’ve heard of them.
How old do I feel today? Quite old, actually.
Consider this little tidbit.
I’m at work this afternoon. I spot a couple — Jack and Pat. They’reĀ friends of mine. They’re shopping for a vehicle. After a lengthy session with the sales rep who sold them the vehicle, I walked up to Pat and told her, “Hey did you know that Tuesday, Ringo Starr turns 75 years of age?” She laughed and said, “We’re getting old.”
I turned to the sales rep. “Did you know that?” I asked. The rep — get ready for this — didn’t know who Ringo Starr is.
Pat said, politely, “He used to be a drummer. He played with The Beatles.”
I do not know the age of the sales representative in question. I’m guessing about 30. Hmm. Old enough perhaps to have heard from Mom, Dad — or perhaps Grandma and Grandpa about the “good old days” when bands such as The Beatles were making music that transcends generations.
That’s OK. I’ll give my colleague a pass. But as I’ve noted many times, he and his band mates — John, George and Paul — helped raise me.
If only it didn’t make me feel so old.
Oddly enough, in 2001, Bob Dylan was prevented from entering the Jackson County Exposition Center near Medford because the security guards did not know who he was. It was his concert. He was left blowin’ in the wind.