PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
“Have a seat.” Jackie’s voice was young and encouraging.
“Learn to play guitar at my age?” Anxiety from the time he tried learning the trumpet when he was ten surged in his seventy-one-year-old chest.
“Learning something new will keep you young,” his granddaughter said. “It sharpens the mind and…”
“There’s nothing wrong with my mind,” he complained. “I’m still inventing and just made a breakthrough.”
“I know you like music,” she said.
“Sure, as a consumer,” he said. “Look, I know you’re trying to help, but my time machine’s warmed up by now. August 15, 1965 and Shea Stadium await.”
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