by Debbie Farmer
Yes, it’s true: I am a middle-aged groupie. By this I don’t mean that I wear black spandex pants and skin tight concert T-shirts and sneak backstage at Rolling Stones concerts to have all night parties with Keith Richard. No. No. No. I mean the OTHER kind of groupie.
Let me explain. As of today I belong to 11 clubs. Twelve, if you count the grocery store