Aug 9, 2021
2 min read
“I have to card everyone who looks 30.”
I’ll take it!
Years ago — before COVID and lockdowns and canceled concerts — I attended a Doobie Brothers concert with a friend. We were both very obviously in our fifties; the only color I’d put in my hair in years had been purple. And yet, there we were at a local microbrewery’s beer tent being asked to show our ID.
