From The Pigman, by Paul Zindel: I think she really goes for me the way she laughs a little when she talks to me and says I'm a card. A card she calls me, which sounds ridiculous coming out of the mouth of an old-maid English teacher who's practically fifty years old. I really hate it when a teacher has to show that she isn't behind the times. Besides card isn't really up-to-date anymore, which makes it even more annoying. In fact, the thing Lorraine and I liked best about the Pigman was that he didn't go around saying we were cards or jazzy or cool or hip. He said we were delightful, and if there's one way to show how much you're not trying to make believe you're not behind the times, it's to go around saying people are delightful. There was this kid on YouTube ranting about Rush being too good to be in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, and I just loved his sarcastic, cocky attitude. I followed a few of his rants, and ended up friending him on facebook. Over time, I ended up friends with a bunch of his friends. These people are late teens, and some early twenties. They are into metal, and they can be funny, and they can be stupid, and they can be disrespectful and amazingly insensitive. I like them very much. They were saying they wanted to be dead by the time they were fifty, and I gave them my big rant about how I'm fifty, and in the best shape of my life, and talked about loading in and out shows, and how I could still kick their asses, etc. I told them I liked them very much, and expressed the fact that I think they are "groovy." I'm telling you man, there aren't many people going around telling 19 year-olds they're groovy anymore, and maybe their should be. Or maybe their shouldn't be; I don't know. But it reminded me of that scene from the Pigman, that I quoted above. Maybe I should've just told them they were delightful. Except they aren't. That is NOT the word for what they are. Groovy? Yeah, baby.