I’m not that old! But today, I was playing (hymns of course) at the 55+ group at our church. I’m not sure why they wanted me to come, but I went anyway. After a potluck (with the requisite church potluck items of chili, deviled eggs and cucumber sandwiches) we pulled out the hymn books. I felt like I was back in the Anglican church: “Our opening hymn this morning comes from the red hynm book, number 44…”