Continuing an occasional series of blogs in which I declare that I’m not an old man just before I write a blog where I sound like an old man, I was at Globe Life Park today to talk to Paul McCartney fans about tonight’s show.

I’d like to preface this by welcoming a brand new class of Scaiaholics. I’m not an old man, but I didn’t realize until I was told this morning that you could alter what various Facebook friends see on your feed.

I may never have mentioned this before, but I was in a bit of a car crash a few years ago. When I came to, I saw I had dozens of friend requests from people who’d heard me on the radio. I don’t have a “personality” page, so people went looking for me.

Ironically, even though I had zero blog posts in December of 2014, that’s still the month I had the most hits.

These friend requests have been sitting idly because I don’t know these people, and I thought some pictures on Facebook might make me look less than savory. In my defense, this is me with my boss. As you can see, we were working on a hard-hitting story about how Arlington hosting the Super Bowl would affect local business.

And now that picture is visible to the public, to be seen by the, literally, dozens of people who see this blog every week. Dozens!

But a Facebook associate asked me to make a picture I posted public so he could share it.

I believe it had the same caption as this tweet:

This right here? This is the look of a man who just lost everything because he doesn’t know Muncie is the Paris of East Central Indiana. pic.twitter.com/kWyjllzyBo

— Alan Scaia (@scaia) June 12, 2019

It’s possible I was under the impression Facebook associates could just share things. I didn’t know I had to set it to be public.

And then other associates gave me a lesson on how to set different privacy levels for different items so the next time you go out drinkin’ with yer boss, it doesn’t show up on on everyone’s Facebook feed. It shows up several years later in random blog posts.

And that brings us to today.

Paul McCartney is playing Globe Life Park tonight. I stopped by this afternoon to talk to some fans. One man had flown in from South Dakota with his teenaged kids. One of those kids and I, I swear, bonded over our hatred of modern music.

Loyal Scaiaholics will recall my aversion to current country music. But this teenager explained his problem with current pop music as well, saying he became a fan of McCartney because his songs are about something.

And I nodded thoughtfully. We’re not old men. He’s still in high school for cryin’ out loud!

I had been upset that my plan to attend the concert fell through, then I found out it’s not sold out. If you’ve got between $30 and $6,000 to burn, you could still get a seat. The kid’s dad said he didn’t mind flying in from South Dakota for a seat in the nosebleeds, he wanted to hear McCartney live more than see him.

I texted an associate that there were still tickets available, leading to us to wonder if McCartney really has a future in music. It’s a reasonable question.