"70s music," I answer. "Just music from the 70s."
"It's weird," she tells me.
"You should have lived it," I retort.
Pondering this as she plays a game on the I-pad, she says without looking at me, "God wasn't alive in the 70s."
"Naw," I explain, "God was just on vacation in the 70s."
She stares at me.
"Nixon was President. Terrorism was born. OPEC was conceived. Kent State happened. Floppy Disks were invented. The Beatles broke up! God had to have been on vacation."
I can't tell if she's ignoring me or considering the whole "Death of God" controversy which also occurred in the 70s ... Elton John said so.
"The music's weird," she finally says.
Disco is streaming.
"Yeah well," I agree. "There was a lot of bad music in the 70s.
Actually I enjoyed the 70s a lot, starting High School at the dawn of the Decade and graduating from College when it ended.
"You couldn't have been alive in the 70s," Cassidy finally concludes.
"Why not?"
"Because you wouldn't be alive now," she explains putting her elbows on the table to look at me as if I'm an idiot.
"I'm pretty sure I was alive Cass," I reply.
"Well," she says reversing her opinion, "God was alive in the 70s."
"Alright then," I shrug, "God was alive in the 70s and I was too otherwise I wouldn't be here now."
"No," she says.
I count the decades my fingers which she ignores.
"The music's weird," she concludes as John Lennon sings "Imagine."
