The high school students who once gave and received hand jobs in America's suburban basements explored their burgeoning sexuality to "Your Body is a Wonderland." Those young people are in their 30s and 40s now. They sit at desks. They reschedule WebEx meetings. They submit statements into Concur. They have two Coronas after a long Spring day. They are browsing Zillow. They are growing confused, but not mistrustful, of the next generation. As they sit at their desks, Mayer is still with them. We grow old, together. We rock, yachtingly, together. Old irritations give way to the dim welcome ping of recognition. I have forgotten so much, yet I remember you. Not a friend exactly, but a welcome enough person with which to pass the time.
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