Today at the gym I watched a man, probably in his eighties, dance from one end of the weight room to the other while listening to his Walkman. I have no idea what he was listening to, but he caught my eye, along with the eye of everybody else in the room. One woman came very close to dancing with him.
I don't have a comment per se. I just think that a moment like that, so immersed in the joy of life, deserves to be chronicled. I hope that if I reach my eighties, somebody will be as moved by me as I was by him.
So we don't get too teary, I invite you to guess what he was listening to. I'm going with "The Weight" by The Band.
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Monday, January 29, 2007
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