Last night, my dear son, Michael, took me to see Little Texas in San Jose. I love this band and it was an amazing treat to watch them play, maybe 6 feet away. They played our favorites and I didn’t really mind the drunk cowboys. Michael and I both love country music. In the past few months, he has taken me to see Rascal Flatts and Brooks and Dunn. Very nice of him to include me. I don’t know what I did to have such wonderful sons, but I feel incredibly blessed.
I have always played music for the boys. Its been something we all enjoy. I don’t remember much music from my childhood, but as a teenager, I loved going to every Grateful Dead concert. It seemed like 3 times a week, a great band was playing in San Francisco. Somehow, the city felt safe to a group of rather spoiled teenagers from Los Altos. We used to visit this Chinese restaurant called Sam Wo’s, on the 3rd floor of a very strange building. Our waiter was called Edsel Ford. He had quite a temper and just brought us what he wanted us to have. It was wonderful and exotic food. He used to holler at everyone and sometimes send us down the street for some special “tea” that came in a little silver thermos. It was all part of the great adventure.