Fondly remembering how much my Grandpa Charlie enjoyed watching Lawrence Welk. And how funny I thought it was that a girl I babysat for when I was a teenager loved it, too.
I used to wonder if she'd actually been someone my Grandpa's age who died and came back as the girl I babysat for. Reincarnation would explain all sorts of anachronistic behavior like that.
I also used to wonder if I'd end up in a nursing home listening to Lawrence Welk when I got old. Then I realized that I'd be old with all sorts of people who grew up listening to Led Zeppelin. Well, and the Bee Gees.
Now the way things are headed, I wonder if I'll end up in a nursing home with a microchip in my head listening to whatever I darn well please.