A few years ago, as I began working on what has become Next Avenue, and pondering a gray hair that somehow showed up uninvited in my eyebrow one day (more on that later), I began to collect songs about aging.
Who can forget when Simon and Garfunkel came out with the album Bookends? I was 15 and remember closing my eyes and singing in an achingly heartfelt falsetto:
Can you imagine us years from today? Sharing a park bench quietly
How terribly strange to be seventy