But if stress shortens your life, I'm a candidate. The nervousness I feel over cable rates
(which just went up yet again for us--these companies are thieves) isn't enhancing my temperment. There's a company in Seattle that has one rate--for life--and I sure wish my family could take them up on that. But we don't live close enough to Seattle to get it.
I'm also enraged about the smaller stuff: the five pound bag of coffee we used to get for
$19.99 is suddenly $25.99. Joy and stress is a ridiculous yin yang, isn't it?
So thank heaven for forever young Jane Scott, whose first writing assignment was covering the Beatles' Cleveland show in September 1964 (Paul McCartney enjoyed
seeing Jane again the next time he came to town, with Wings, in 1976). Scott wrote about everything from the major rock stuff to major crossover (Prince) to cult heroes (the Velvet Underground) to locals the Michael Stanley Band and the Dead Boys. She was drawn to the big beat, so much so that she didn't retire until she was in her 80s.
I wrote about the Dead Boys and the emergence of punk for my college paper, and at least one letter from readers came back negative, wondering why I was bothering with such a low class thing. I didn't know who Jane Scott was in 1977; if so, I could've answered, "Hey, there's a woman in Cleveland who's in her late 50s and is covering punk, so there."