The Disco Age

Robert was an old man. He was losing his hearing, his memory, and all control of his bowels. His kids and grandkids often visited to tell him stories, but after awhile he would forget to put his hearing aids in, and after awhile he’d stop asking them to repeat words and just nodded. His one remaining passion was disco music. Alone in his tiny house, he’d blast the stuff, feeling passionate as he once did, his tired joints crackling to the beat. And he’d take his glasses off—his sight was going, too, and suddenly the whole world was a disco ball.