My son has fallen in love with the Bad Boys from New York, a.k.a. the Rolling Stones. My husband Rick got the Stones New York concert DVD a few weeks ago for his birthday and he and Truman have been listening to it almost every night, playing invisible electric guitars and pretending they are “Captain Jack Sparrow’s dad,” (Keith Richards). Amazing to think those guys are my father’s age. When Rick and Tru aren’t dancing to the Stones, they’re cranking up U2’s new album and the DVR’d U2 concerts on David Letterman a few weeks ago.
All this has given my …read more