Oh, I forgot to tell you folks THIS....

About halfway through the concert, my wife Judie, and Jeff's wife, Irene, decided they wanted some ice cream, and so they split to go to the Baskin Robbins around the corner from where the concert was taking place at this mall.

When they returned, Judie told me she passed two approx 13 year-olds sittin' outside the ice cream shop eatin' their ice cream cones, and she accidentally overheard THIS "intelligent" conversation as she went by 'em:

"Hey dude! Ya wanna go see that concert around the corner?"

-"Nah! I don't like that gay '80s music!"



Yep! Just like a good Single Malt Scotch, you might call me "an acquired taste" TOO.(among the many OTHER things you may care to call me, of course)