Every time I look at the cover of the Woodstock album, I relate to the age of the couple pictured there. I mean – aren’t I still that age? But now I’m looking at the picture of that same couple 40 years later, and I don’t relate AT ALL. Maybe I’m living in a time warp? Does anyone else feel that way?

photo credit mathiasdradams

It’s been a bit of a strange week. I was feeling under the weather for most of it but am finally up and about again. Tonight we went out to dinner at Sedona’s oldest continually-operating restaurant (from the early 1900′s), and were entertained by a marvelous Beatles cover band. During a break I was chatting with one of the female backup singers and shared that my only regret in life is never having performed onstage with a band. Unfortunately, I confided, I don’t have any talent that qualifies me to get up there, but I loved her response. She told me that she became part of the band after she retired from her first career and that it’s never too late to experience your heart’s desire. “Buy a kazoo,” she said, “and join a rock band. Go for the dream.”

You know, that idea isn’t so far-fetched. My future son-in-law is a musician. Maybe if I got a kazoo…