I got the message I was old 3 times in 30 seconds when I picked up my young friend Angie the other day. She hopped in the car, shot me a quick a look and asked if my hair was really long enough to be gathered at the back of my neck. “Nah, it’s fake, They call it the Fun Bun,” I said, yanking it off to show her.
“O-KAY,” she said in that certain young way that always makes me feel a tad defensive.
“Hey what’s the point of being old if you can’t have fun? If you can’t wear a thing like this?” I said, pointing now to the pouch at my waist.
“A fannypack?” she said, actively working to suppress a smile.
“But I need it!” I cried, pulling from it that tiny device with the white ear buds that has made so much money for the good people at Apple. “How else would I carry my…. my … my Walkman here?”
Which prompted an even MORE indulgent smile – and this from someone who still wasn’t alive five years after “Bad” came out.
But you know studying the pictures from that famous video I see now that my hairstyle then was exactly like Michael’s hair back then. In fact I really LOOKED like him – only I never learned to snarl and look all mad like he did in these clips. I was taught to just smile and act all sweet and that was probably just as well, because I have a hunch the young are gonna let us live only if we DO smile, and stay twinkly, and keep on furnishing them so much amusement.
And now …..Michael, an angel even then: