On July 4th 2015, I went to Indianapolis Motor Speedway to see The Rolling Stones.

It was a wonderful concert, and a memorable day for many reasons. That day was the beginning of my current personal favorite tradition: roadtrips, especially for concerts or vacations, and at the time it was my longest drive to and from a single destination. Traffic close to the Speedway was ridiculous; I saw numerous people bail out of cars (that were admittedly not moving), run into buildings to either use the restroom or emerge with drinks and/or sandwiches, and run halfway down the block to catch their car. I’ll never forget getting lost when leaving the concert, getting lost in the Speedway, belatedly realizing I’d been driving progressively farther and farther from the lights for several minutes, that I was driving around in the infield, that I was likely on some security radar somewhere, and that I’d better turn around right now or they’d send someone to collect me.

I think of that concert more than any other concert than I’ve ever been to, but not for the reasons I ever expected to. Continue reading “Blanket” →