Twenty
As I slowed to a stop at a red light I notice an elderly lady; very likely a grandmother and quite possibly a great-grandmother. She was alone, windows up with her eyes fixed on the stop light ahead like a caged tigress. She was singing at the top of her lungs. And, when I say singing - she was Rockin'!
Yes, I laughed. But, then the light turned green and both life and traffic moved on. I didn't get far before my thoughts returned to the rockin' grandma. Doing the math in m...y head ... I pictured her partying at a wild concert in say ... 1969. There she was dancing, singing, being young and loving life! That's when I remembered my father pointing to himself, "I still feel twenty inside".
Yes, I laughed. But, then the light turned green and both life and traffic moved on. I didn't get far before my thoughts returned to the rockin' grandma. Doing the math in m...y head ... I pictured her partying at a wild concert in say ... 1969. There she was dancing, singing, being young and loving life! That's when I remembered my father pointing to himself, "I still feel twenty inside".
Another red light pulled me away from such musings. That's when the music playing in my car (Bob Seger) fell into focus.
Yes, I truly am in the car directly behind the Rockin' Grandma ... but, I still feel twenty inside!
Yes, I truly am in the car directly behind the Rockin' Grandma ... but, I still feel twenty inside!

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