They’re just local boys, probably not much older thanI am, but they play in a band, a real band, and that’ssomething that I’ve never seen before. George
explains to me about festival seating
That means theearlier you get there, the better seating, or standing in
this case, you can count on. It doesn’t matter though; we don’t have to line
up for seats. He knows a guy. George always knows a guy.When we arrive, our local park looks as though it has been takenover by some kind of a circus. There are large green tents set up withyoung women selling beer and pop, and a stage has been erected in themiddle of a cluster of trees where crowds of excited young people press upagainst each other, waiting, waiting for something to happen.He can see my look of concern and answers before I can even
ask. “Don’t worry, I told you. I know a guy.” He almost smiles, and I tryto smile back. It’s the best
that I’ve seen him in days, and all of a sudden it
almost feels like me and George again, me and George riding to work inhis big car, listening to loud music.