Time Traveling for a Minute

Playing music at noon on a weekday makes me feel young.  25 years ago, this kind of thing was an almost daily occurrence.  We'd play for hours.  Youth thinks of very little more than what makes it happy at the moment.

I don't know that I'd want that, now, though.  An hour in, and the youthful feeling starts to wane.  Every once in a while is enough.