Wednesday, April 09, 2008

Okay, no more geezer rockers

I'm just writing this because nobody commented about any of my recent posts. Maybe that demented shot of GeezerBoy Keith Richards is scaring you all away.

This is what happens to Boomers, children! We refuse to go quietly into that good night.

Tomorrow, in contrast to last weekend's Flint music orgy, I'm leaving for an interlude in Interlochen, where I'll be pleasantly ensconced with a cadre of geezer poets, headed up by Geezer Elder Poet Barry Lopez. I can't wait. There's nothing scary about that.

Bye for now.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

This geezer appreciated the post but just didn't have time to make a cogent response. Too busy in the worklife dealing with younger generations and the problems they create through ignorance and hubris.

But I'm not bitter. Just tired. Will I ever get to cross the goal line and spike the ball? (Jason Robards in "Parenthood".)