As many of you know, my mom is still in a nursing home trying to recuperate from a broken leg. She is surrounded by people of her generation, all battling something, and many of them will spend the rest of their lives there. Hopefully, my mom won’t. Each day as I walk in the front doors, I am greeted by the strains of music coming from a portable music player. The other day I saw a gentleman in a wheel chair pulled up close to the speaker, enjoying the music of his day. It sounded like something from the 1940’s or 1950’s, and then I had a flash to the future. What will they be playing on the stereo when I am in a place like that? It seems strange to think of Led Zeppelin or Pink Floyd coming from a nondescript music player. Imagine all the old folks rocking out to the Rolling Stones. It’s quite a vision, isn’t it? Or maybe by then we will be more calm, more accepting of the status quo, less rebellious Then again, maybe not.