The star of The Music Man, Robert Preston, led 76 Trombones in the big parade. That was in 1962. I was 14 years old. An adult by Jewish standards, I was a kid pretending to be a teenager and certainly not playing a wind instrument, or anything else.

Fast-forward 62 years. Now I’m an old fart occasionally pretending to be a teenager.

My partner and I often listen to the music of our distant youth. She occasionally leads me to a romantic slow dance — even though I was two-left-feet terrible at it way back when. We whirl around the living room. I don’t totally screw up the moves.