In the great, grand scheme of the universe, it’s really not that big of a deal.
Last week, the members of R.E.M. announced they will “call it a day” after a 31-year career.
The decision registered as a blip on most of the national news outlets.
But for me and a lot of my friends, it’s the end of something more than a band. It’s pretty much the end of something else. I won’t call it “youth” because, at 46 years old, I think that ship has pretty much sailed and beached itself on the rocky shores of middle age.