Magister found the latter selections amusing.
“You do realize these were hits when I was young, don’t you? Was that deliberate on your part?” He smiled at me when he said that. “Trying to make me feel old?”
“Bah. You’re not old.” I hadn’t thought of that while I picked the songs. For the most part, I don’t usually think about his age. I’m aware that there are two decades, an entire generation, between us, of course, and I can’t say that I see him as a peer, exactly, but neither do I think of him as an “older man,” let alone as old. He’s just himself. “I thought they suited us.”
And so, we’re dancing, like twin planets in search of a sun, slowly orbiting the chest that sits more or less in the center of the living room. Then the Jefferson Starship song that I put on the tape starts play
