Mother’s Day, and what would have been my mother’s birthday a few days ago, have made me more mindful than usual of her lately. I remember asking my mother, when I was fourteen and the British Invasion was at its height, what her favorite song was. She was in the kitchen cooking dinner and she stopped and pondered my question for a while. She answered that she thought maybe, even after all these years, it might be “Stardust”. That was an acceptable answer — I didn’t exactly expect her to say “Twist and Shout”. And thinking back on it, I shouldn’t have been surprised — She was born in 1910 when the earth passed through the tail of Halley’s Comet. I like to think that she had stardust in her soul.