Who are you

Kassie's latest project is a magazine about sport—she fancies herself a writer, as well as an artist, ballerina, etc.— and one of the bylines is called "Who are You?" and features current sport idols such as Wayne Rooney. Given my affliction of late (see my Early Onset Dementia post), her discussion of it at breakfast soon had me singing that old favourite of The Who (of CSI fame for those too young to be geniune fans). It wasn't long before Kassie was dancing—not to say that her mother can sing—and it recalled to mind the fatherly rockers showcased at the recent Live 8 concert, particularly Pink Floyd who resembled not the ancient and emaciated, squinty-eyed band members of Aerosmith or The Stones (or the tattooed monstrosity I caught a glimpse of at the Barrie concert) but rather kindly old gentlemen we might know from the neighbourhood: fathers, uncles, grandfathers even. Talk about aging gracefully.