On June 6, 1980, cousin Gary, his fiance’ Maria, her cousins, and I went to a Ramones concert at Great Adventure. On August 17, 2019, Gary, wife Maria, and I went to A Ringo Starr concert at a local hospital.
“I’m telling you guys,” I told some friends. My cousin, his wife, and I have a deal. Every thirty nine years, rain or shine, we go to a really good concert.”
“There’s only one catch,” Gemma said. “In 2058, you’ll all be too old to get around terribly well.” “Hey,” I admitted. “It’s not a perfect system. Maybe we can figure something out.”