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“I feel so old,” I said to Lilith. She, who is exactly my age, nodded vigorously in assent. This was at a José Feliciano concert. The very fact that I know who José Feliciano is is an age giveaway. As a teenager in the late 1960s, a parlor brat by default, I danced with soldiers to his songs on vinyl records at living-room parties. Among the thousands who came to Nokia Stadium in Tel Aviv,...