We saw Billy Joel last night at Key Arena. This was Mike’s 14th time to see Billy Joel and my first. Mike has seen over 200+ concerts in his lifetime, but most of them were during the 70s, a magical decade when tickets weren’t more than three dollars.
If you didn’t have enough money, you could chop down a tree and use the wood to barter your way to the front row. Or you could stand outside the stadium with the other street urchins and shine the shoes of those who survived the Wall Street crash of 1929.
I brought my dinky minolta point-and-shoot with me. It’s still held together by duct tape and hope that I’ll fetch a good estimate on Antiques Roadshow.
It was so light that holding it felt like I was holding a newborn, which is really strange because whenever I hold a newborn, I feel like I’m holding my minolta.