Three Quarters of a Century and . . .
. . . The Piano Man It's nine o'clock on a Saturday The regular crowd shuffles in There's an old man sittin' next to me Makin' love to his tonic and gin He says, "Son can you play me a memory? I'm not really sure how it goes But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete When I wore a younger man's clothes" The Piano Man Billy Joel Mrs Dear Leader - My Own Piano Woman? Piano Gal? Piano Person? Turning any of the big round numbers - 30, 40, 50, 60, 70 - is a big deal (okay, we make them a big deal.) However making it to one’s 75 th birthday, as I recently did, is somehow different. It raises many very interesting questions chief of which is: how is this freaking possible?! One day you’re young and immortal and the next you’ve got gray hair, saggy arms and a slipping memory - you are three quarters of a century old, buddy! Some how it brings Billy Joel's song Piano Man to mind. “It’s sad and it’s sweet and I knew i