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I Was NOT the Oldest Person at the Concert...
I’ve always believed age is much more about outlook than the number on your birthday cake—but this weekend gave me the perfect reminder. On Saturday, my husband and I were supposed to go to an alt-rock concert together in Edmonton. Think loud, sweaty, political, and full of energy. The kind of show that makes your ears ring for two days. The crowd? Mainly 18–30-year-olds, a few dozen Millennials and a handful of Gen X'ers like me —a 58-year-old woman who still loves a good wa
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6 days ago2 min read
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