Middle-Aged Groupie

As a freshman in college, I met and fell in love with, a drummer in a rock and roll band. Much to my mother's dismay, this long-haired guy in wire-rimmed glasses who sported an army green trench coat and bell-bottoms became the focus of my life, and I became a groupie! It was a rare college dance that allowed me to actually dance. I usually just sat beside the stage and waited for the break so I could spend time with him. After 35 years of marriage, we recently began taking ballroom dance lessons, and it has opened up a whole new world for us. It has been such a pleasure, that I even looked forward to his 40 year high school reunion as a chance to enjoy the dance. That is, until I discovered that his old high school band is getting back together for it, and they will be the sole entertainment. It is great to see him so excited about it, but I can see myself again...sitting by the band waiting for a break.

Roll over, Beethoven, and tell Tchaikovsky the news." -- Chuck Berry...

The Guv'nors are makin' a comeback!