This summer I had the very good fortune to see one of my all time favorite bands up close and personal! Within a matter of hours it was decided- I couldn't pass up seeing The Boss in my backyard. Truth be told, I refrained from buying tickets when they first went on sale because of the outlandish price tag. If I hadn't seen Bruce before, it would be one thing, however, because I'd seen him more than a handful of times, I just couldn't justify it.
The night before the show I drove to the race track and stood infield and watched as the roadies built the stage. It was a beautiful Summers night and I was like a moth to a flame. As crew members walked past, one asked if I was enjoying the show. He would have been surprised if only he knew just how much I was. I was inspired. I went home and made my sign. I didn't know what the next 24 hours would hold, but, in the event that I decided to go, I wanted to be prepared. I was.
One of my favorite songs from the evening land of hope and dreams. Although Clarence wasn't there to belt out the sax section, I'm sure he was smiling down on his nephew and the horns section. In some amazing way minus Clarance and Danny the band never sounded better!