I'm thinking about when I was 14 and whipped on a girl and 15 when I saw the Rolling Stones for the first time and 16 when I got my driver's license and 17 when I got drunk on Southern Comfort and 18 when I heard the Alice Cooper song about how a boy-man feels at that age and 19 when I tightroped across the under-bridges over the Mississippi River. I'm a long way from any such firsts, but I make sure I kindle the fire of those ages. Not to do so seems a betrayal of something not only old and... More >>>