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My friend and I, two mature women, made a pact.

“Ronnie, she said to me, let’s promise that we will always tell each other if one of us does something inappropriate for our age. If I wear something that someone my my daughter’s age  should wear, or something that looks ridiculous on me, please tell me. If I become one of those old ladies with bright shimmery baby blue eye shadow on my lids. Please let me know. Don’t let me become a laughing stock; I always want to look appropriate for my age.”

“OK, I agreed, as long as you tell me too.”

And so the pact was sealed.

But then the world changed.

How could we have foreseen Madonna, who in her mid 50’s struts around onstage with body revealing, body hugging non-outfits?  Maybe people in show business have different ideas of appropriate. But if I told you that a non-celebrity, ordinary person with a name like Heidy-Louise McGillicutty of Asbury Park, New Jersey, age 53, parades around that way what would you think?

People of a certain age who sport tattoos on their upper thighs and upper arms make me wonder; Why would anyone over the age of 50 invite attention to those flabby spots?

My friend and I each have our own versions of tattoos. They are not pictures of animals, flowers or words. They are round shaped indelible scars left by an outmoded tradition called smallpox vaccinations. They went out of medical style along with party line telephones.

And if you take a peek at the bathing suits on the beaches this summer, please decide whether there should be an age limit or weight limit allowing the wearing of string bikinis in public.

Body piercings are another new style that young folks have embraced. Even conservative executives wear an earring or two. Do they ever think about how they’re perceived? Do they care?

Won’t it be fun to see what fashions and styles the budding new generation introduces to THEM! They may be having this same rant in twenty years or so.


In my own car can I indulge in my guilty pleasure. And I do.

Listening to the radio station playing Golden Oldies. My ears and memories become enriched with the nostalgic music of youthful times. I know I should be listening to Bach, Brahms and Beethoven but am transported to a happy place where I listen to Chuck Berry, Little Richard and Rosemary Clooney.

While my friends discuss timely celebrity interviews on the Public Radio station, I am replaying “Rock Around the Clock.” As they discuss the Presidential debates I think of Fats Domino and “Blueberry Hill.” As they ponder world politics I ponder “Why Do Fools Fall in Love?”

The Four Aces. The Crew Cuts. The Big Bopper. As my father said about the music of the 40’s, “They don’t write’em the way they used to.” He meant HIS music and I mean Mine.

From the generation of Big Bands and crooners to the bopping rhythms of Rock ‘n Roll to the noisy beats of heavy metal, every generation has its style and its sound.

I  fondly remember attending a concert at the Apollo Theater in Harlem. Some of the greatest names in Rock ‘n Roll music appeared during those two glorious hours. To see “The Temptations”, “The Penguins,” and the “Dell-Vikings” all at one time on one stage was the thrill of a lifetime.

Every group in the 50’s had a soloist with a voice lower and deeper than “Ol’ Man River”. The lyrics usually explored the pain, thrill and angst of a sixteen year old’s love woes.

And the current youth’s views?

No matter how “cool” any member of any generation thinks they are, the teenagers of the next generation laugh at the silly way they dressed, looked and sounded.

The current styles of tattoos and body piercings, will be sneered at by the two year olds right now having temper tantrums in supermarkets.

Everyone is entitled to his own taste and style, and I love my secret rendezvous in my car with its AM radio.

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