From the New Yorker |
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Thursday, May 07, 2020
May Music Meme -- Day 7
A song to drive to. OK, this one is tough because I don't drive. But I do recall one night, after a birthday dinner, when my friend Barb drove me to the train. This song came on the radio and she went nuts, singing along and slapping time on the ceiling of her jeep. It made me happy to see her so happy. (Play along! Click here for prompts.)