Last night, as my mother and I took in the complete and utter magic that was Paul McCartney performing on a stage at Fenway Park, it was almost too much to process. I wanted to laugh, cry, sing and thank the fates for sunsets, summer, breezes, baseball and Beatles.

So I did. Pretty much all at the same time.


I’ve been very fortunate. I’ve seen Stevie. Billy. Elton. Now Sir Paul.

Paul Simon, remain elusive. If I see you live, there’s going to be nothing else to keep me waking up in the morning.