RINGTONE: Still young at heart

I was sitting in a waiting room the other day when a woman's phone started ringing, the defiant, era-defining opening chords of Jimi Hendrix's "Purple Haze." She fumbled through her Vera Bradley bag to silence it but didn't seem at all embarrassed. What was unexpected is that she was probably in her seventies and dressed conservatively. It reminded me of like my (now retired) dental hygienist who liked to reminisce about seeing Black Sabbath in concert at the Spectrum.