It was the good life. I was young and flexible, rockin’ out to the intoxicating pulsating beats of the live band at the big BYU dance with my dream girl. “Everybody’s workin’ for the weekend…” The music invited us to rock the night away. Homework was done and I had already maxxed out work hours at the Cougareat dishroom. No cares in the world except for the joy of moment! Time to rock!
Now it’s a little over 30 years later, and I’m still with my dream girl, but now we’re together in our dream home. I’m old and stiff but still yearn to rock out. We just invested in a pair of outdoor padded rockers for the back porch. I’m home from work, dinner is done and dirty dishes are safely stored in the dishwasher. We adjourn to the backyard rockers, looking forward to an exciting evening of virtually keeping up with the world through our kindles and Ipads. The deafening peace of farmland beyond our back fence invites us to rock the night away. No cares in the world except for the joy of moment! Time to rock!