When I worked for the Symphony (please notice how easy it is now for me to use the past tense when it comes to my old job!), we always expected patrons using walkers at our concerts. Each of our venues had plenty "walker parking" space available, and helpful ushers used to dealing with older patrons.
Somehow, I never expected this to be the case at rock concerts.
Until last night!
Tom and I went to see Fleetwood Mac in concert.
Three solid hours of every Fleetwood Mac song you remember oh-so-well. It was awesome! Just lots of fun all around.
(And, yeah. Aging fans with walkers were in the house!)
And . . . a BIG BIRTHDAY SHOUT-OUT to my sister! Happy birthday, Di!!!