Light Rail and The Concert
Much to Ivy’s dismay, I like to use the computer at the store. I read the news sites on the web. I play solitaire games, check out the store’s website, important stuff like that.
None of what I just wrote has anything to do with my story, but Ivy insists that I talk about the store. I’m just getting that out of the way.
This story is going to take awhile, so you might want to get something to drink.
Last March, I was listening to the radio, when an ad for a concert coming to Denver caught my attention. Coming to Denver were two bands I listened to when I was young. I think what caught my attention was that the two bands were playing together have nothing to do with each other.
Before I go any farther, I should tell you, I don’t like concerts Too loud, too many people, and usually the bigger concerts are too far away.
As a kid, I always thought it was a better value just buy the album and listen to the band every day.
Having said that, I haven’t seen a record store in years. My kids tell me you buy one song at a time and listen to them on your smart phone. Yeah……right, I’m going to listen to music on my phone.
We should talk about the reasons why I shouldn’t go to that concert. The concert venue was two and a half hours from our house. The concert was on Tuesday night. I will need to work Wednesday.
For reasons unknown to me, I suggested to Elaine that we should go to the concert. The concert was a few days after my birthday and a few days before our wedding anniversary. We decided to go to the concert.
To make this story even weirder, I suggested we take the train to the concert. Elaine confirmed that we could, in fact, ride a train to the concert. We were to park our car at metro Denver’s northern most train station and ride the train across Denver, avoiding all the Denver rush our traffic. (Which is considerable I don’t know why when people are headed home from work in their cars they need to text and play Pokémon, causing them to drive their perfectly good car into the path of somebody else’s perfectly good car and make everyone on the road late for where they are going.) Sorry, my thoughts drifted a little there.
Elaine and I arrived at the designated train station in plenty of time to catch the train. The station was very new and actually still under construction. The only other person at the station was a security guard. I struck up a conversation.
Me: Do you have any idea how to buy tickets that will get us to Fiddler’s Green? Guard: Tickets are bought from that machine. Let’s go over there and I will help you. Elaine: Thank you. Guard: First, we pick the button that designates senior citizen. Elaine: How old are senior citizens? Guard: 65. Elaine: Neither of us is 65. Guard: No one is going to check your I.D. You will get half price tickets. Elaine: We are not sixty-five. Guard: Suit yourself.
Me? I would have bought the senior citizen tickets. I don’t like arguing with authorities. Elaine was headed to a concert and slipped back into the hippie days, She wanted to argue with the cops.
Skipping ahead we are now on the train. You guys might want to refresh your drink, we are aren’t at the concert yet.
On the train, a train “conductor” walked by. Elaine was on her phone looking at the train schedules. I asked the conductor to confirm we were headed in the right direction.
Conductor: Let me see you tickets. Nope, this ticket will not get you all the way to Fiddler’s Green. When you get downtown you will need to buy another ticket. Me: Great! Elaine: It gets worse. Me: Now what? Elaine: There are no trains headed north after the concert. We will need to leave the concert early to catch the last train.
I’m a problem solver. I told Elaine we would figure out something.
Elaine and I arrived downtown, bought new tickets and jumped on the next train. The train was packed with people, which is exactly why I don’t ride trains. The seats were full and Elaine and I were standing in the isle. The “gentleman” in front of me was standing on my foot.
Me: Excuse me. you are standing on my favorite foot Man: Well, you stand on the top and I’ll stand on the……no……you stand on the bottom and I’ll stand…..ah, heck, I’m drunk! Me: I would have guessed that. Man: Who won the game? Me: What game? Man: The game, man, Who won the game? Hey, you have a really nice beard! How long have you had that? Me: I’ve had a beard since I was twelve. Man: Ah, (construction language) you weren’t twelve. I wish I had a beard like that. Me: Grow one. Man: When? Me: Start tonight. Man: DOES ANYONE KNOW WHO WON THE (CONSTRUCTION LANGUAGE) GAME?
I can’t even begin to tell you the thoughts that were running through my head. I will tell you, some of my thoughts contained construction language. OK, I did have one thought about forgetting being an old man, and started thinking about thumping a drunk.
Go refresh your drink and use the restroom. We are now at the concert, but the story does not end.
Its time to talk about the concert. The headliners were Peter Frampton and Lynard Skynard. Elaine and I have had chances to see both groups before but just elected to buy their albums. But, here we are at a Frampton /Skynard concert.
Because of our transportation dilemma, (no late northbound train) I had resolved myself that we would only see one band. God, please let the first band be Lynard Skynard.
I would have no such luck. Imagine my dismay when the first band came out…….. Peter Frampton! Elaine and I decided we would watch Frampton and possibly get to see a small amount of Skynard. It wasn’t great, but that was the cards we were dealt.
Frampton is still great. (Although, I was thinking I was watching an old man doing the best Peter Frampton cover anyone could imagine. Sorry, Pete.) Frampton had a sparkle in his eyes and was having a great time. The concert was moving right along. We were going to see some Skynard.
During one of the Frampton songs the music stopped. An announcement came over the P.A. system. “There is lightning in the area, please return to your cars.” Considering