I am a music person. When I walk into Trader Joe’s or my nail salon, I hear the music so I start moving to the beat. Sometimes, I sing along and maybe get another shopper, nail person or worker to sing with me. I imagine I might look strange to many others but I love hearing music. I swear no one else hears the music. I call them the poopy people. Are you a poopy person? Do you hear the music? It brings back memories, it makes me happy, it elevates my spirits. The music gets into my soul. What gets into your soul? I might be 70 but I refuse to be an old 70. I want to be a today 70 and hear Taylor Swift or Katy Perry songs. I love the Beatles and Sinatra but I don’t want to live there all the time. I want to know what’s going on with young people (I don’t have children) so I need to communicate with young people out in the world. I meet my age people all the time since I live in a senior community. Only a handful still hear the music. Are you 70 yet? When you are out and about do you hear the music? Try to!