Thinking about yesterday’s Dear Kitten post and the “To Kitten, My Favorite Pussycat” from my high school yearbook, well, I had to smile. I’ve been doing a lot of that lately – looking back on my life and getting a warm feeling inside. I guess it comes with age. But it’s far better to look back on your life and smile, celebrate the past, instead of moan about it or regret it.

What made me smile was the idea of a “pussycat” and how it was in vogue back then. “What’s New Pussycat?” by Tom Jones was a hit song. Funny that years later I wrote The Tom Jones Club, set here in Las Vegas. There was something about the women seated in the first two rows that reminded me of my OC sisters in that first Tom Jones performance that sparked the idea of the book.

A co-worker told me that Tom Jones was before her time as if she couldn’t enjoy him because of that. Well, Tom Jones may be before your time and he’s certainly closer to my mother’s age than mine – she wasn’t into him – said he “walked like a horse,” but, believe me, the audience doesn’t know anything about a specific age requirement to enjoy Tom Jones. When I saw Tom Jones last, women and men of all ages were dancing in the aisles.

A younger co-worker from Silicon Valley has flown out here to Vegas just to see Tom Jones at least 10 times – and this is a guy. If you’re into baseball, picture San Francisco Giant Tim Lincecum – that’s just what he looked like the last time I saw him. Can you see that guy dancing in the aisles for Tom Jones? That’s just the kind of draw he has.

Here’s a video of the older Tom Jones singing What’s New Pussycat? – he only gets better with age.