A few months ago, I wrote about living in the moment. “Sometimes,” I wrote, “you’ve got to try something because, honestly, when are you going to get to do it again?”
Sunday was one of those days.
A few months ago, Paul McCartney announced that he was going on tour. One of the dates on a Sunday night in Baltimore. A few childhood friends texted me: Was I in for the show?
Sally and I were — but there was one complication. We’d be coming from a wedding in Connecticut, six states and 300 miles away. It’s a 6-hour drive in normal traffic, but on a summer weekend on I-95, six hours becomes 10 quickly.
We said yes anyway.
Was it a lot of driving? Yes. Did we somehow make it on time? Yes. Were we exhausted by the end of the night? Yes.
Was it worth it to see freaking Paul McCartney play a three-hour, 37-song set? Oh, absolutely.
Sometimes, you have to do something just because you might never get the chance to do it again.
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That’s a photo of Paul on stage in Baltimore. My buddy Ian took the photo. (We had pretty good seats, but Ian had amazing seats.)