My cute little daughter, Jillian…
won something very cool on the radio.
We, apparently, weren’t the only ones excited to go to the Train concert.
The wild people came from everywhere to this amazing concert—right on the street of downtown Salt Lake City. No lie. The police just roped off the road and everyone sat around doing…whatever…while they listened.
Since we had to wait for awhile, we just found a decent place to sit–right on the sidewalk, up against some random store. I thought maybe if I’d of had a hat, someone would come along and drop change in it. You never know.
Finally, finally the band boys came out.
Most of the “street people” —including Jillian, moved forward to get a closer look.
But some of us could hear the purdy music well enough–right where we were, thank you very much–and stayed put.
I did, however, put the crocheting away a couple of times…
just to stretch out my legs…and fingers.
listening to the sound of a Train.