Grammys Offered Stars From Younger Days

I missed writing last Sunday night, Super Bowl Night.

David was watching with some friends.

I was happy to be home and did some super-cleaning for four hours. Then I was too tired to think of anything to write about. Both televisions were on, but I noticed very little.

I doubt many people were motivated to clean house during the Super Bowl, but at this point in life I don’t make any effort to fit into the “normal.” I had to ask my husband who won the next day.

Tonight I have the Grammys on. I am not waiting to find out the winners, but to hear musical stars from my younger days.

The Beatles hit our country when I was just entering junior high school. I can remember going to a church party and skating with a boy to the music of “I Want to Hold Your Hand.” Tonight Paul Mccartney sang a Valentine song.

Glen Campbell is now singing his famous “Rhinestone Cowboy.”

The best part of the evening was the reunion of the Beach Boys.

As a teenager and young adult, I never attended a big concert.

Actually, I was 38 when our friend, John Voldstad, who played one of the two silent brothers on the Newhart Show, took us to see the Beach Boys.

We had back stage passes and could go back and forth from front-row seats to backstage.

As I watched them tonight, I noticed how much they had aged. Then I realized that was 24 years ago, and it appears I have aged more than they have. Maybe preparing to be on stage does the trick.

Next weekend we get to go see John Voldstad in a play in Oklahoma. He does speak in the play!