His Turn to be Young

Like yesterday, I need some free time to meet some other obligations. There are all kinds of ways to fill this spot when that happens, posts that don't take much effort.

The easiest: I could leave it blank but that wouldn't be fair to the day's writer at The Elder Storytelling Place. A lot of people use the link at the bottom of the day's TimeGoesBy page to read the story.

Poems related to aging are good and I regularly do that – as in yesterday's post.

Reruns, also known as encores – previous posts that bear repeating – are another but it takes me a lot of time to find one that is suitable.

In the past, I've used musical interludes and will again. In fact, Peter Tibbles who writes Sunday's Elder Music column has supplied me with several I have filed away for that day.

Today, however, I've chosen a delightful, recent story from The New York Times Metropolitan Diary section of the paper that is subtitled Reader Tales From the City – a story that ends with an important verity about old age.

The fair use doctrine of U.S. copyright law generally does not allow reuse of full stories without permission, with or without payment. Even so, because the story is short and linking to it after a sentence or two would interrupt the flow of a well-written piece, I am publishing it in full.

Or, if that bothers you, you could click over now to read “A Cool Pizza Man on a Hot Day” written by Gloria Shimkin at The Times.

“Dear Diary:

“Recently, on a steamy Wednesday, I hopped off the bus from New Hope, Pa., and headed straight for Two Bros. Pizza on 38th for my customary dollar slice.

“My heart went out to the young men behind the counter, working the pizza cutter and the register; and especially to the young hipster manning the pizza oven. While his station was clearly hot as Hades, he was relentless in his efficiency: opening, closing, shoveling, rearranging pie after pie in the blistering heat. Empathetic, but with eyes on the prize, I secured my slice, sat down and enjoyed the scene.

“Suddenly, added to my reverie, a song — and what a song! A reggae/rap/reboot of the early ’60s hit “Sealed With a Kiss”! Delighted by this version of the music of my youth, I soon realized I was the only person in the place old enough to actually remember the original.

“No matter. The oven worker was bustin’ moves as he juggled those searingly hot pies. Clearly, it was now his music, his New York, his turn to be young.”

You can find more reader tales of the city on the main page of the Metropolitan Diary section.

At The Elder Storytelling Place today, Clifford Rothband: Going Out a Winner


That is a good story. I can think of so many songs--so many *things*!--that I thought were new with my generation, from music to "peasant blouses" to organic food. Of course,as I got older, it started to become clear that the universe had actually existed before me for quite some time.

It is a good story, and I love this sort of short vignette that says so much in so few words. Earlier today, on another person's FB post that showed up on my page, but with whom I am not close friends,I posted a link to a recording of Canned Heat's "It's the Same All over", from the late '60's/early '70's. I know that the person making the original post is in his mid 40's and may or may not be familiar with the song, but it was very applicable to what he had said, and a good song, so I hope he enjoys adding it to his repertoire if it wasn't there already.

An upbeat story that makes me wish I could write like that. Thanks for publishing it.

You leave me starting my day with a grin.

'His turn to be young' - I love it. Sometimes one simple phrase or sentence totally hits the spot!!

That was a great "summer love" song. I remember it well.


There are always those "purists" who think a certain song should only be sung by the original artist. This, of course,is ridiculous except for anything by Nat King Cole.

Dear Ronni
I like this history, but I do not like very much the general idea of remembering youth. I prefer to read stories of supperation the hardness to be old.
I am currently reading the book you recommended: The Longevity Project. I think the sampling is not so good, because it describes the life of people of good education and some money. For me here in Brazil I would appreciatte more a study on poor people, low education and their aging. Anyway, it is a good book that is giving me lots of ideas. Do you have something about old age x entropy?
Warm regards and thank you


I love stories about everyday people living their everyday jobs.

This gave great visuals of a NY moment! I also loved the closing thought...

Bia, looking up supperation and entropy (beyond muscular degeneration) and I'm stopping here as I've forgotten what I was going to say!

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