Caught up with the new Sopranos last night, actually early this morning because I was having trouble sleeping. Tony is feeling his age, at 47. It’s not just the birthday, but because of a fight he loses to his brother-in-law (after a booze-filled game of Monopoly, a excellent and typical Sopranos touch — violence after something so communal/family like. Someone else once noted how many people die after someone in the show shares a meal.) I wonder if you could look at the Sopranos as a riff on aging. Tony is watching his life change — his mother getting old and dying, his kids getting old and meaner to him, his wife getting old and first growing distance, then closer to him, his friends dying, his enemies succeeding, the ghosts of things past coming back in his mind, his health. (In this show, Tony talks about the trauma his body has had — he was shot last season, by a demented uncle — another riff on aging — and he sounded so much like boomers I’ve heard talk about life after a heart attack.) I see a workshop here…if not a class!