I took U22 on a field trip today to Red Rocks. He was really excited when I told him we were going, and played very loudly in the car all the way up. Once we arrived, he was very quick to jump out of his brown shipping sleeve, skip up the stairs, and breathe in the clear mountain air. We sat for a bit, and he told me great stories about that June night in 1983.
He got a little emotional, telling me about how worried his boys were that the rain would cancel the show that night. But he was so glad that they stood their ground, and made sure the show went on. He needed a minute alone, so I let him sit for a bit and gaze down at the stage.
We went down a little closer to the stage, and he started singing "Out of Control" very loudly. We got a few strange looks from the fellow visitors, but once I told them it had been nearly 30 years since he'd been here, they all smiled and welcomed him back.
As we stopped for one last look from the top, U22 had the biggest smile on his face. I heard him whisper, "I sure wish I could come play here again someday......"