I read them regularly. Religiously almost.
I even had my camera out and ready while on vacation last week, hoping to spot a fashion faux pas.
You see, DH is on his way to NYC for an outdoor concert. Yes, he packed his fanny pack. No, he's not wearing socks and sandals, but he is wearing an old David Crosby concert t-shirt. Or maybe the tie-dye.
Oh, geez, if you see him, will you let me know? If you run across him, please black out his face so no one else will know it's him. It's the least you could do as a friend.
Although, honestly, if I could sneak a photo of him, I'd probably send it in myself.
He's a true CSN, CSNY, NY and all variations thereof, fan.
NO, Fan with a capital F.
FAN!!!, even.
He goes to every show he can, usually with the disclaimer that it could be the LAST because of David Crosby's health and the advanced age of all of them.
I don't go to all of them with him. Once a year is usually enough.
He turned 50 at Halloween last year, so if this is the worst of the mid-life crisis - concerts and boats - I'm good with that.
