During a visit to N.J. last summer I asked our 12-year-old grandson to turn down that garbage you are playing. He turned it down immediately but came into our room and wanted to talk about why I wanted it turned down. I said certainly son, it's almost 11 PM. Quiet time. No problem.
The next day while we were driving to pick up the groceries at Shop-Rite he asked me if I could turn off the crummy music I had on my radio. I asked him why. He said they normally don't listen to Funeral Music and that my choice of music was Jacked Up.
I'm going to watch most of the entire festivities including halftime unless it really bothers me or my wife. She's hip, she probably knows the songs.
The way I look at it all is I'm on the 20-yard line of life heading for the endzone. The last two years have been rough for us in many ways. I decided to not have issues with everything, this is one of those things. I'm hoping my life gets extended by at least a double overtime. Enjoy.
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