I should probably clarify something about yesterday’s post, considering the feedback I’ve received over the past several hours. Teenaged girls in punk rock gear or no, I really don’t feel old. Age for me has yet to become something I feel at all. I celebrate birthdays, I suspect, largely because every year I find it a minor miracle that I’m still around. Besides which it’s a great excuse to get everyone together in the same place at the same time.
If anything, those girls made me happy because some things (like the Ramones) are simply great forever, and it’s good to see that they’re still loved.