I’ve been pretty depressed lately, and not much has cheered me up. But just now I looked out my living room window and saw an old man in a BMW convertible blasting Marvin Gaye’s Let’s get it on. An old white man, balding, overwieght, the typical guy going through a mid-life crisis. It was awesome. It made me smile. And he was dancing by himself. Maybe I’ll be at that point soon. Only I have a Honda, not a convertible.
