What I Have Missed
February 02, 2023
As soon as I turned sixteen and got my driver’s license, I regularly tootled around Pittsburgh in my mother’s green Plymouth (stick shift) with the outstanding hits of the day e.g.,“How Much Is That Doggie in the Window?” blasting from the radio.
In college, I started to enjoy classical music as well. (This interest was partially due to my crush on my professor in Twentieth Century Classical Music.) But I married a man who only listened to classical music, and soon I lost track of popular songs. In fact, our older son described us as his “classical-music-loving-parents.”
It’s never too late to catch up.
Or is it?