Big Sunday for this old fellow. First, I took Little Man to breakfast with Loni and Mike and their grandson Teddy, and after some play time, it was off to Shorecrest with him and his skittish Spaniel Lemon for some re-homing. On the way, he figured out his IPad takes photos, and he took about 50,and since the device and my IPhone were connected on CarPlay, my photo library ended up with them -- hilarious selfies of his mischievous grin, and some shots of his driver, me, as we traversed the County.
We arrived to see the never downtime D1 and Baby Man hosting some friends from the pre-school -- really lovely Italian Jews --a Mom and her 2 adorable daughters. We talked of their origins -- rich grandpa in Rome who paid off a Cardinal to hide the family in Vatican Apartments. Their parents live in Miami, as does a sister doc at Mt. Sinai, but they're off to Rome after the school year.
I left, and headed to D2's house, where a delighted enormous puppy greeted me. D2 and I headed to meet Jonathan at the Design District food Court, MIA Kitchen, for "the best sushi in Florida." It was pretty good -- poor Jonathan is dealing with the decline of a beloved uncle -- he was put into hospice at Miami Jewish last night. He's 79 and had quite a run, as Jonathan noted, but it seems his days grow short.
We went back to Casa D2, and watched some basketball, and in 2 hours it was time for me to head to Broward to meet 3 lady friends for dinner and the Guess Who concert. It was lovely, and supposed to be politics-free, but one friend, a lifelong GOP member figured she was in safe territory with the 2 Hialeah raised Cubanas -- but it was quite the opposite: they LOATHE Trump and everything now about the GOP. Luckily the cocktails let me re-direct the conversation, and an Uber ride got us quickly to the Seminole Hard Rock, which is probably the best place to see a big show -- NOT arena sized, but big enough.
At 65, 64, and 2 60s, we were among the younger ones. And Burton Cummings, now 78, and Randy Bachman, 81, were awesome with their VERY tight band. Their songbook is amazing, especially since they included the BTO hits that came later -- the show ended with a rousing "Takin' Care of Business."
In the row in front, there was a classically attractive, it seemed, blonde with very long hair, and very tight jeans. She was dancing along, but then I noticed she grabbed her back and sat down. What my reminiscing about seeing concerts as a 20 year old fox -- the term we used for attractive girls - turned around to show she was -- horrors -- late 60s or even 70! NOOOOOOOOO! It was a snap back to reality.
As we exited, an ever sterner reminder awaited -- probably 10 walkers parked, awaiting for their owners, the way motorcycles used to await their Easy Rider owners outside concert arenas. As I rhetorically asked in the Uber ride back to the restaurant: "Why was everyone SO old?"
But the music was still fine -- the ballads still sad: "I didn't see you were LAUGHING" at my heartbreak. No -- no one's sharing any land or appearing to "all live together" as their song from the hippie era went. Still, "She's Come Undun" still resonates as a great song about people, especially women, losing it.
And it turns out "You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet" was a favorite of all 3 of my lady friends -- back before they were married and they enjoyed that aura of feminine power over men.
Now, in our 7th decade, we all appreciate the power of still being able to attend dinner and a concert, and get up and dance along.
The years march on -- so I don't wonder why.
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