Like a sardine in a can of worms, I squirmed in an Over-55s Club. I am 64. The air buzzed with endless chatter about grandchildren, who's doing what, who's got what, and so on—an unending stream of talk that felt completely alien to me. Awkwardly I tried to join in but with nothing to say, I could only speak about my life on the road, touring and in ban…
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