Not only is it hard to make new friends these days, but the friendships I do have seem to be deteriorating because of a lack of common interests.  There is no better example than my musical tastes.  Nobody I know wants to talk about the new Magma album or what album was the origin of the Neo-Progressive movement.  It’s somewhat depressing, but I guess that’s life.  I’m accepting middle age, and I’m accepting family as the true source of psychological strength.  And I’ll always let my ear be my guide when it comes to music.