Letters

When I was 11 y/o, my dad, a St. Louis area police officer took me to see my favorite band in the world, Kiss, with no earthly idea what he was getting himself into. We were seated in seats that we couldn't see the band, but were allowed to move once the show started, so we ended up in the last row of the floor, far from the stage and impossible for me to see. So with the smell of illegal smoke wifting past his cop nose he held the chair so I could stand on the back of it to see my favorite band. He told me after that he was impressed with the show, but.........Now 33 years later I will be taking my 11 y/o son to see Kiss, but there will be no moving, no standing on chairs to be able to see, cuz on Sept 3rd, me, my wife and our son will be 5th row center to see them and with any luck I will get upgraded and be able to meet them and complete a long journey from way in the back of the stadium to meeting them in person. Thanx for reading my lil story, Tom Goodrich