Losing Track

New Year, new slate, open book. Blah, Blah Blah. 2011.

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Really? Ten years of the 21st century gone?

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My mother "lost track" of the years after the "19's" she said. I was sad when she said that. (She's 80.)

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But now I'm not doing so well at keeping "track" myself. I used to keep track of decades by music. I worked in radio all those years and could win a lot of bar bets with music trivia. Now I'm pretty much defeated in the mid 90's. I gave up on music then. No longer listen to anything new, unless it is old artists doing something new, or an indie group I hear on public radio. But nothing earthshattering. Nothing that defines a decade.

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I digress.

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So tomorrow night I'll go to bed early. Wake up to a new year that I hope in some way will be better for us all. A few more happy times, a few more friends, and maybe even some new music.

Even if I have to make up the songs myself.