Live baby live: Geezer parade

Time is holding us. Time is after us.

Clocks are ticking. Middle age. Dying parents. Geopolitical anxiety. Ecocide. You know the drill.

This last year, I felt an unconscious need to celebrate the past in the face of uncertain futures. Maybe in part because I spent 2016-18 thinking and writing a lot about death, and I’m now older than Gord Downie was when he died. My eyesight is worse. My blo…