Today I talked to a seventeen year old about techno music, partying, and age. What surprised me the most was age. He only has one more year to be young in his mind, because once you turn eighteen, you have to get a job, go to college, and it's all over. Since I'm a card-carrying medicare senior, I had to laugh to myself. I remember being eighteen and I felt like I'd live forever. These days, I wonder if I'll live 'til tomorrow. Time passes. Relationships, births, cancer. My 50th yr. high-school reunion approaches. And I try to remember if at seventeen I worried about turning eighteen and realized it is all relative.
