Where it's okay to say "diaphragm" to the elderly
Every Thursday for the past eight weeks, I’ve joined a dozen senior citizens in song. It was my Performance Singing Class, and last night was our recital. It may seem odd that I’m the only person in the group under 70, but that’s just the way I like it. There is no one more supportive and encouraging than adopted grandparents.
Now you can watch the highlights and pretend like you were there, in that stuffy studio, sitting on an uncomfortable folding chair.
Wait till you get a load of Doris, the 92-year-old Manhattan native. She is a. dor. a. ble.
posted by Audacious @ 5:39 PM
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omg - i'm in love with Doris!
what's her sign?
does she like bald, slightly rotund (but i'm going to the gym) married jewish guys? (as it turns out, going to the gym reduces rotundness but intensifies marital status)
i'm old too. ask her if she remembers the summer the wheel was invented. or, maybe we went to the same weekend intensive when fire-making was first taught.
remember when coal was just a rock that we could set on fire?
and to make coffee we used a percolator?
and when we discovered cow milk and, how to put it, when all you needed was a cow, but no bottle or glass?
eliot
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