Date night at the Conference Center. James Taylor was a favorite of ours when we were first married. We listened to his CDs on the drive from Utah to Memphis. So it was great to see him in person and in such a unique setting.
The tickets were for general admission seating. The lower level was nearly full when we got there, but an usher pointed that she had two seats in the middle of the middle section. What luck! After sitting we found out why the seats were still available: my seat mate to my right had gotten a little too friendly with the bottle before the show. He was knock your socks off drunk, which meant he was also a little too talkative. But it also meant he was asleep by the midway point.



























