“Mom, you fell asleep at a Black Sabbath concert,” my dear progeny stated with exasperation is his voice. “How could you?” asked many of my students when I admitted to them the faux pas in the rock-n-roll venue. Oh, I fell asleep during Pink Floyd too, and come to think of it, Spring Awakening, and every event I go to that commences at what should be my “tucky by” time. I am old, well not as old as Ozzy, but why can’t he have started the concert at an early bird, not one full hour after the slated start time? Not that Ozzy wasn’t brilliant as he is as an entertainer.