Boomers have got a friend in James Taylor
When my wife saw the concert tickets, she wept.
Last Christmas I gave my wife two tickets to a James Taylor concert at Fenway Park in Boston. Years ago she had told me that seeing him in concert was at the top of her bucket list.
I’ve never fully understood the bucket list phenomenon. It seems to me that if there’s something you really want to do before you die, you should just do it. That’s pretty much my approach to buying shoes, for example, which makes me a challenge to those who despair of giving me something I want as a present. I’ve already bought it.
When my wife took the carefully wrapped box from under the Christmas tree, she was expecting another sweater ordered from the dog-eared catalogs she keeps on her bedside table. When she saw the concert tickets, tears streamed down her cheeks.
