Old Man Hands · Aug 9, 10:53 AM
Spending two nights in Jersey I had a number of observations (and I drove past the Soprano’s Bada Bing – really Satin Dolls.) The two most important happened while at The Police concert at Giants Stadium on Sunday. No matter how much work you have had done or how hip you dress, one part of your body will always give away your age. Those damn hands. Blasted on the jumbotron I was alarmed to see my grandfather playing bass on stage until the camera peeled back and I realized it was that hunky ol’ Sting. Good show for a stadium style affair. Stewart Copeland lovefest as it really should be.
I also had an excrutiatingly painful experience as I waited in line at the show. They have individual lines for everything! Want a beer? You had better be in the line for the kind you have a hankering for. Date wants a different beverage? Plan to wait a half hour next door. Trying to get a dog with that? Another 15. Crazy. Amazingly, the longest wait was for a soft pretzel. I finally got mine right as the opening chords were drifting out into the summer air.
I have to admit that it was mighty tasty though. They have an open flame going under them so they were piping hot but still gooey soft. Worth the wait but just barely.
— John Foster
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