The older you get, the more you appreciate how lucky you are to be playing the long game. Sometimes you discover you hit a milestone you weren’t even trying to reach. One of the first rock concerts I ever attended was staged in the White Mountains in the summer of 1980 or 1981. I can’t tell you exactly when or where because the Southside Johnny & the Asbury Jukes tour shirt I bought at that show was stolen from the laundry room during my freshma…
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