At Christmas, I gave Peter the book 1982 - a 'rock memoir' about the year Jian Ghomeshi was 15 and how the music that year impacted his life.
Lately Sheldon has been after us to let him go see a live concert in the City. His first concert. The most recent request is for an all ages, outdoor festival with one of his favourite punk bands headlining.
He will be 16 (gulp).
He will be 16 (gulp).
I'm hesitant. But, then, I'm a worrier by nature.
I sent an email to Peter with all the details of Sheldon's request - the when, the where, who he's going with, the ticket prices, who is offering to drive and links to the venue. What did he think?
This was his response:
So I ordered the tickets.
Oh boy.
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