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My last two entries were written on my iPhone, a nice convenience but not my preferred method. I was out -- and I don't carry my laptop with me unless I'm going on at least an overnight trip -- and wanted to be sure not to break my everyday streak, but I think my entries -- yesterday's for sure -- were subpar. I'm not a big fan of nostalgia, and this weekend was full of it, in good ways and in bad.

I'm sure I mentioned a while back (when I bought tickets) that I had been on the fence about going to see The Who until my son expressed an interest. It wasn't that I didn't want to go alone; I don't mind that. I was ambivalent because I had seen them several times before -- the last being over twenty years ago -- and was concerned they wouldn't live up to those previously-set high standards. As the show got underway, I thought that might be the case, but I have to say that the two original members are still powerful musicians. It was a bit disorienting at first to see them as old men, and I'm not sure whether that was mainly because they looked so different or because it reminded me of how much I had aged too, how many years have gone by since the first time I saw the band in 1979. As I had feared (and I'm not sure "feared" is exactly the word I'm going for), the show was one big hit after another. My favorite Who songs aren't the most popular, but I had hoped to hear at least one of my top five.

Sharing the experience with my son and his girlfriend was a big plus. They had not seen The Who live before, and both are big fans. Now that I think about it, I'm not sure that son was even born the last time I saw the band, although I think that last time may have been between the births of my middle (the one who went last night) and youngest. Anyway, it was a long time ago. Roger and Pete are now 71 and 70, respectively, and they put on a two-hour show. Once they got going, they were amazing. I'm nearly twenty years younger than they and get worn out mowing my grass! Older, younger, it doesn't seem to matter. It was obvious they were having a good time and making lots of people happy. At the end of the show, Roger -- saying he felt lucky for making it throught the first week of the tour -- offered this directive: "Be happy, be healthy, and most of all be lucky!" I think that's a good plan.