As we all know, the featured performer is only half the fun of going to a concert. Particularly if one spends most of her time in seclusion with her knitting and her cats, venturing out only to small-town venues where she already knows everyone, an excursion to a place where there are crowds! of various (and variant) peoples! is an entertainment in itself.
I took more pictures of the crowd than I did of the performers on stage.
We fit into this crowd quite well. There was plenty of gray hair.
Before we left home we discussed whether to bring along Smokey's walker. It was still disassembled from the Wyoming vacation, so would have fit into the car easily. His arthritis makes it difficult for him to walk any distance, and since we had never been to the Grand Casino amphitheater we didn't know how far we might have to walk. We ended up leaving it at home, and since we got to park in the handicapped parking area, we didn't have to walk far.
But once again, we would have fit right in.
I coveted some of the wheelchairs we saw -- any one of them would have been a big step up from the one I used last year.
The Harley Davidson look was extremely popular. Just one example:
complete with well-earned wrinkles.
Once upon a time we were all young and svelte and lithe. Nowadays, not so much.
That could just as easily be a picture of my own sit-upon except that it was too difficult to take a picture of myself.
So if you are ever wondering if the median age of the population may be increasing, rest assured that it is. But also know that just because we are aging, we ain't dead yet.
And we can still party like it's 1999... as long as we can spend the rest of the weekend recovering.
