Becoming "old" is sitting in trains facing the way we came ... Or suddenly selling the TV set and walking into the wind. Becoming "young" is never forgetting to rewind the old clock in the attic ... Or listening as if for the last time to French songs coming alive on immigrant children's lips ... Becoming old, becoming young are symbiotic - like hearing a small boy's voice out of the long ago: "Daddy, the fun we're going to have when you're as old as me!" The years rejoice. The media are wrong. In the catalyst of becoming, the morning joke sprouts from the evening tongue!