Its Sunday night watching the parade of old stars on PBS -- that's Public Television. Fund raising night -- so come on girls, think about sending a cheque to have your grandkids or kids watch the kind of television that won't turn them into serial killers.
What is the most fascinating about watching this parade of stars -- there are people who have music careers that are older than I am. They are bouncing on the stage like teenagers. That would make them probably near 80. Debbie Reynolds is glowing and spinning like a fishing lure straight from Vegas. She is still earning her keep. Her dress leg slit is almost waist high, and I can assure you girls she is not sporting support hose and her cosmetic surgery is good, I still recognize her. Now you know what I mean, we recognize the voice, but ponder when we look at the face.
Pat Boone, is not Fat Boone, but still that sexy old devil, tanned and with the shirt open -- has substantial chest hair or had implants. The Diamonds have hair, may be gray, but it is still duck tail length. The women, the McGuire Sisters, obviously did not go through menopause because they are wearing a size 4 custom costume and walk quite stable -- doubt hip or knee replacements on those barbie doll limbs. Seriously, I don't know in what oxygen chambers they have been housing these folks, but I want in. LET ME IN!
The summary of this little outburst is -- aren't the teens really missing out -- ROMANCE and romantic music we heard and visualized how fantastic Mr./Mrs. Wonderful would be once we got married. Well lets not go down that road. Music will carry you anywhere and through anything. Music is my fantastic joy in life despite who has just entered the house. If you jack up the music loud enough, you can block out any two legged annoyance. So kids, doesn't matter if you can sing, dance or play the guitar -- you can still play the radio -- best free drug around and if you can move those old osteo hips, well there could be Samba Mama cooking the beans tonight. Ain't life grand in the fast lane?
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